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TEMPERANCE 

HYMN    BOOK 


A  COLLECTION 

01 

HYMNS,  SONGS  AND  ODES, 

FOR 

TEMPERANCE  MEETINGS 

AND 

FiS'ffWAILS. 

BY  REV.  JOHN  MARSH. 

»..     •        r  _  iJ  -  —  - 

NE  W.YORK: 

PUBLISHED   AND   SOLD    AT  THE  OFFICE    OP  TH& 
AMERICAN    TEMPERANCE    UNIOPf, 

1841, 


3 


t  t  Entered  aqcordjng  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1841 A 
b^  JOHN  MAi&tf,  in 'the  Clerk's  office  of  the  District  Court 
irr  the  Southern  District  of  NMv-York 


STEREOTYPED   BY 

VINCENT   L.   DILL, 

128  Fulton  Street, 

Ne^-York. 


CONTENTS. 


Pag* 
J.  The  perfections  of  God,  our  confidence  in 

works  of  moral  reform,  from     7  to  12 

II.  The  power  and  promises  of  the   Gospel 

to  reform  and  save,  from  13  to  16 

III.  Woes  of  Intemperance,  from  16  to  33 

IV.  Object  and  end  of  the  Temperance  Re- 

formation, from  33  to  48 

V.  Praises  and  thanksgivings  for  encourage- 

ment and  results,  from  49  to  57 

VI.  Warnings  against  intemperance  and  all 

its  causes,  from  58  to  67 

VII.  Juvenile  Temperance  Hymns,         from  67  to  74 

VIII.  Songs  and  Odes  for  festivals,  &c.  from  75  to  99 
TX.  Sailor's  Temperance  Songs,  fromlOOtol04 


975700 


PKEFAGE. 

FREQUENT  enquiries  for  a  Temperance  Hymn  Book 
have  led  to  this  compilation.  Wesley  said  years  ago, 
it  was  a  pity  Satan  should  have  all  the  best  tunes. 
The  same  may  as  properly  be  said  of  songs,  which  have 
contributed  much  to  intemperance.  Surely  it  is  time 
that  both  music  and  song  which  have  been  thus  per- 
verted, should  at  once  be  rescued  to  the  aid  of  tem- 
perance. The  numerous  beautiful  poetical  effusions  on 
the  subject,  now  enable  us  to  present  a  valuable  compi- 
lation. It  is  hoped  that  it  will  prove  acceptable  and 
useful  to  the  American  public  ; — valuable  not  only  in 
temperance  meetings,  but  in  families,  forming  the 
minds  and  hearts  of  children  and  youth  to  an  abhor- 
rence of  those  intoxicating  drinks, which  have  slatu 
their  millions. 

NEW- YORK,  April  1,  1841. 


8  PERFECTIONS   OF   GOD. 

a  c.  M. 

1  'LEATHER,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines ! 
JT     How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  thro'  the  earth  by  thousand  signs, 

By  thousands  thro'  the  skies. 

2  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design, 

To  save  rebellious  worms  ; 
Where  venor-ay.nce  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms  ; 

3  Hero  -the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 

Nor  da-'es  ;i  creature  guess — 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone — 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

4  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb, 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains  : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

5  O  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 

In  that  immortal  song  ! 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 

3  S.  M. 

1  fejING  how  eternal  love, 
IK?     Its  chief  beloved  chose; 

And  bade  him  raise  our  ruin'd  race, 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

2  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls, 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

3  'Twas  mercy  fill'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by, 
When  Christ  was  sent  with  pardon  down 
To  rebels  doom'd  to  die. 


PERFECTIONS   OF   GOD.  S 

4  Now  sinners,  dry  your  tears, 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease, 
Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offer  Jd  peace. 

Watti, 

C.  M. 

1  ^OME  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
1_y  And  lift  your  heart  above, 

Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that  God  is  love. 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove, 

Jesus  the  gift  of  gifts  appears, 

To  show  that  God  is  love. 

3  Sinai  in  clouds,  and  smoke  and  fire, 

Thunders  his  dreadful  name  ; 
But  Zion  sings  in  melting  notes, 
The  honors  of  the  Lamb. 

4  In  all  his  doctrines  and  commands, 

His  -counsels  and  designs, 
In  every  work  his  hands  have  framed, 
His  love  supremely  shines. 

5  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim, 

Through  earth  and  heaven  above, 
The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 
That  God  the  Lord,  is  love. 

7s. 

OLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Self  existent  Deity, 
By  the  hosts  of  heaven  adored, 
Teach  us  how  to  worship  thee ; 


JQ  PERFECTIONS   OF   GOD. 

Only  uncreated  mind, 

Wonders  in  thy  nature  meet, 

Perfect  unity  combined, 
With  society  complete. 

2.  Wonder  working  Spirit,  thine 

Efficacious  grace  we  sing, 
Place  on  us  thy  seal  divine, 

Safely  to  thy  kingdom  bring  ; 

Barwsh  sin,  both  root  and  deed, 

Daily  strengthen  every  grace, 

Send  us,  urge  us  on  with  speed, 

And  let  glory  crown  the  race. 

6  L.  M. 

1  -jrm  E  present  at  our  meeting,  Lord ; 
Jt5  Be  here,  and  every  where  ador'd  ; 
Our  spirits  bless,  and  grant  that  we 
May  meet  in  paradise  with  thee. 

2  May  every  mind  be  filPd  with  light, 
Direct  our  wand'ring  footsteps  right ; 
Imbue  our  hearts  with  saving  grace, 
Thy  holy  image  on  us  trace. 

3  Let  fervent  charity  preside, 

And  all  our  thoughts  and  counsels  guide ; 
May  thy  good  Spirit,  from  above, 
Teach  us  to  speak  the  truth  in  love. 

^oTmay  the  votaries  of  sin, 

I    The  work  of  penitence  begin ;  ^ 

I    And  flee  the  drunkard's  path  of  wo, 

\  For  iovs  that  true  abstainers  know. 

Vi-    J  J  j.  Burua. 


11 


r  L.  M. 

1  "  npO  Thee,  oh  merciful  and  just, 

JL     We  lift  our  spirits  from  the  dust  —  » 
To  Thee,  whose  power  and  love  reclaim 
The  lives  of  men  from  sin  and  shame. 

2  "  Within  thy  courts,  O  God,  We  stand— 
A  firm,  devoted,  fearless  band  : 

And  here  we  buckle  on  for  life,  ' 
Our  armor  for  a  holy  strife* 

3  "  A  strife  with  self,  and  fierce  desires, 
That  wither  like  consuming  fires, 
That  all  thy  noblest  work  deface, 
And  make  the  heart  a  desert  place. 

4  "  Oh,  let  us  conquer  !  let  thy  shield 
Protect  us,  till  the  tyrant  yield  —  > 
Till  from  our  land  the  foe  be  driven, 
Who  poisons  all  the  founts  of  heaven.'* 

%  L.  M, 

1  "1K7J7"E  come,  our  Father,  to  thy  throne 

w  w      With  grateful  heart  and  joyful  lays, 
For  thou  hast  made  our  cause  thine  own, 
To  thee,  to  thee  alone,  be  praise. 

2  We  loose  the  sandals  from  our  feet, 

We  feel  that  this  is  holy  ground  ; 
Then  let  us  seek  thy  mercy  seat, 

For  there  alone  may  strength  be  founds 

3  Strength  to  press  on  and  upwai'd  still, 

To  rein  each  passion's  wild  career, 
To  conquer  ev'ry  form  of  ill, 

Uncheck'd  by  pride,  unaw'd  by  f«>nr. 


12  PERFECTIONS  OP   GOD. 

4  We  come  with  voice  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Then  Father,  hear  us  from  above  ! 

O  !  make  our  cause  thy  constant  care, 

And  o'er  it  spread  thy  wing  of  love ! 

Miss  Woodbridge, 

9  7s. 

\  RACIOUS  God,  to  thee  belong, 
^,r  Songs  of  praises  ever  more; 
Wilt  thbu  hear  our  grateful  song, 
While  thy  goodness  we  adore. 

2  Thou  hast  kindly  deigned  to  bless> 

Every  effort  we  have  made ; 

Crowned  our  labors  with  success, 

And  the  course  of  evil  stay'd. 

3  Fervent  praise  we  give  to  thee, 

Thou,  Our  counsellor  and  friend, 
Wilt  thou  still  our  guardian  be, 
Still  thine  aid  and  blessing  lend. 

4  Ordered  by  thy  sovereign  will, 

Guided  by  thy  mighty  hand, 
May  the  cause  of  Temp'rance,  still 
Spread  triumphant  through  our  land. 

Mb*  Woodbridgft 


II. 


POWER    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

*The  power  and  promises  of  the  Gospel  to  reform  and 
save* 

10  IP.  M, 

^OW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home* 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Thro'  all  the  land  proclaim  ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come ; 
Return  *  ye  ransom'd  sinners  horned 

3.  Ye  who  have  sold  for  nought 

The  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought,    * 

The  gift  of  Jesus  love ; 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners  horn** 

4.  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive, 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live  J 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  J 
Return,  ye  ransom'd  sinners  home* 

Toplidy, 


14  FOWER    OF    THE    GOSPEL. 

11  L.  M. 

OD  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 

Makes  liis  eternal  counsels  known, 
*Tis  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Wisdom  its  dictates  here  imparts, 

To  form  our  minds  to  cheer  our  hearts  ; 
Its  influence  makes  the  sinner  live, 
It  bids  the  drooping  saint  revive, 

3  Our  raging  passions  it  controls* 

And  comfort  y  ields  to  contrite  souls  ; 
It  brings  a  better  world  in  view, 

And  guides  us  all  our  journey  through* 

la  L.  M, 


shall  the  dying  sinner  do. 
That  seeks  relief  for  all  his  wo  ; 
Where  shall  the  guilty  conscience  findf 
Ease  for  the  torment  of  the  mind  ? 

2  In  vain  we  search^  in  vain  we  try, 

'Till  Jesus  brings  his  gospel  nigh  ; 
'Tis  there  that  power  and  glory  dwell, 
That  save  rebellious  souls  from  hell. 

3  This  is  the  pillar  of  our  hope, 

That  bears  our  fainting  spirits  up  j 
We  read  the  grace,  we  trust  the  woruf 
And  find  salvation  in  the  Lord- 

Be*doiv 

13  1** 

I    TKTOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
J^l    Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye,  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triuniph  in  redeeming  loVe< 


POWER    OF    THE    GOSPEL,  15 

2  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been, 

Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin  ; 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

3  He  subdued  th'  infernal  powers, 

Those  tremendous  foes  of  ours  ; 
From  their  cursed  empire  drove, 
Mighty  in  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither  then  your  music  bring, 

Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string. 
Mortals*  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love, 

14  7s. 

1  "jfJTARK  !  the  herald-angels  sing, 
JLJL  "  Glory  to  the  new-born  King ; 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild ; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled ;" 

2  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Joyful  ail  ye  nations  rise, 

Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies. 

3  Glory  to  the  new  born  King, 
Let  us  all  the  anthem  sing, 

**  Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconcil'd. 

Martin's  Coll. 

15  9s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1   (j^KE  from  Zions  sacred  mountain, 
C5  Streams  of  living  waters  flow, 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain, 
This  supplies  the  plains  below, 

They  are  blessed, 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know, 


16  WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE, 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing^ 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way, 
Life  and  health  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay : 

O  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long  expected  day. 

3  Trees  of  life  the  banks  adorning, 

Yield  their  fruit  to  all  around ; 
Those  who  eat  are  saved  from  mourning, 
Pleasure  comes  and  hopes  abound ; 

Fair  their  portion, 
Endless  life  with  glory  crown'd, 

Kolly. 


PART  III. 


WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE. 


16  Us. 

ARK  !  hark  ye  !  O  listen  the  sorrow  and  weep. 

ing, 

Which  rise  from  the  hovel  where  Misery  reigns, 
To  the  howl  of  the  winds  a  wild  harmony  keeping, 
Which  chills  the  warm  life-blood  that  speeds  thro* 
our  veins  ! 

2  Sad,  sad  is  the  story  those  accents  are  telling ! 
Like  the  wail  of  the  dying  it  pierces  the  air  ! 
Oh,  what  has  so  blasted  that  comfortless  dwelling? 
The  monster  Intemperance  is  rioting  there ! 


WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE.  17 

3  The  wife  worse  than  widowed,  forlorn  and  heart-bro- 

ken, 

While  hunger  and  want  make  her  little  ones  cry ; 
All  trembling  and  pale,  hears  the  terrible  token 
Of  anguish,  the  steps  of  her  husband  are  nigh ! 

4  Those  sounds  once  she  caught  with  unspeakable  glad- 

ness, 

While  lit  with  affection  her  eye  brightly  shone, 

Now  sunken,  her  bosom  o'er  burdened  with  sadness, 

Like  the  funeral  knell  or  the  dirge's  low  moan  ! 

5  He  comes  !  See  he  comes !  But  no  fond  salutation, 

Breaks  forth  from  his  lips  which  once  murmured 

of  love : 

Those  eyes,  once  accustomed  to  smile  approbation, 
Look  dark  as  the  storm-cloud  which  musters  above ; 

6  With  oaths  and  reproaches  he  vents  his  displeasure, 

And  smites  the  frail  form  he  is  bound  to  protect : 
Her  tears  and  enlreaties  avail  in  no  measure; 
He  treats  them  with  scorn  or  with  cruel  neglect. 

7  His  babes  who  once  crowded  around  for  his  blessing, 

Or  sat  gaily  prating  for  joy  on  his  knee, 

Familiar  with  blows  in  the  place  of  caressing, 

Away  from  their  father  instinctively  flee. 

8  Oh  !  the  withering  curse,  and  the  ruin  appalling,    ^\ 

Which  ALCOHOL,  wreaks  on  a  suffering  world ! 
Let  the  people's  rebuke,  like  hot  thunder-bolts  falling, 
Shower  fierce   on  the  fiend  till  from  earth  he  is 
hurled ! 

17  L.  M. 

1   1K7AIN  man  on  foolish  pleasure  bent, 
lr      Prepares  for  his  own  punishment. 
What  pains,  what  loathsome  maladies. 
From  luxury  and  lust  arise. 
2* 


WOES    OF   INTEMPERANCE. 

2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  waste, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  please  his  taste, 
'Till  all  his  active  powers  are  lost, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  dust. 

3  The  glutton  groans  and  loathes  to  eat, 

His  soul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  loads  opprest, 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  released. 

4  Behold  the  frighted  sinners  fly, 

To  God  for  help  with  earnest  cry, 
He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  saves  them  from  approaching  death. 

Watte, 

18  C.  M. 

1  TNTEMFRANCE,  like  a  raging  flood, 
JL  Is  sweeping  o'er  the  land ; 

Its  dire  effects,  in  tears  and  blood, 
Are  trac'd  on  every  hand. 

2  It  still  flows  on,  and  bears  away 

Ten  thousands  to  their  doom  : 
Who  shall  the  mighty  torrent  stay, 
And  disappoint  the  tomb  ? 

3  Almighty  God !  no  hand  but  thine 

Can  check  this  flowing  tide ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  power  divine, 
And  bid  the  flood  subside. 

4  Dry  up  the  source  from  whence  it  flows, 

Destroy  its  fountain  head ; 
That  dire  Intemp'rance  and  its  woes 
No  more  the  earth  o'erspread. 

J.  B. 


WOES   OF   INTEMPERANCE.  19 


19  C.  M. 

THE  VICTIM. 

1  "  TTf  AND  me  the  bowl,  ye  jovial  band," 
JLJL  He  said,  "  'twill  rouse  my  mirth  ;'* 
But  conscience  seized  his  trembling  hand, 
And  dash'd  the  cup  to  earth. 

2.       He  look'd  around,  he  blush'd,  he  laugh'd, 

He  sipp'd  the  sparkling  wave ; 
In  it  he  read,  "  who  drinks  this  draught, 
Shall  dig  a  murderer's  grave  /" 

3  He  started  up  like  one  from  sleep 

And  trembled  for  his  life ; 
He  gazed,  he  saw — his  children  weep, 
He  saw  his  weeping  wife. 

4  In  his  deep  dream  he  had  not  felt 

Their  agonies  and  fears ; 
But  now  he  saw  them  as  they  knelt, 
To  plead  with  prayers  and  tears. 

5  But  the  foul  fiend,  her  hateful  spell 

Threw  o'er  his  wildered  mind, 
He  saw  in  every  hope  a  hell, 
He  was  to  reason  blind. 

6  He  grasp'd  the  bowl  to  seek  relief; 

No  more  his  conscience  said : 
His  bosom  friend  was  sunk  in  grief, 
His  children  begged  for  bread. 

7  Through  haunts  of  horror  and  of  strife, 

He  pass'd  down  life's  dark  tide ; 
He  curs'd  his  beggar'd  babes  and  wife  ; 
He  curs'd  his  God — and  died  ! 


80  WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE, 

ao  c.  M. 

THE  DYING  DRUNKARD. 

*  ^TRETCH'D  on  a  heap  of  straw — his  bed- 
^P  The  dying  drunkard  lies ; 
His  joyless  wife  supports  his  head, 
And  to  console  him,  tries  : 

2  His  weeping  children's  love  would  ease 

His  spirit,  but  in  vain ; 
Their  ill-paid  love  destroys  his  peace 
He'll  never  smile  again. 

3  His  boon  companions — where  are  they  ? — 

They  shar'd  his  heart  and  bowl, 
Yet  come  not  nigh  to  charm  away, 
The  horrors  from  his  soul. 

4  What  have  such  friends  to  do  with  those 

Who  press  the  couch  of  pain  ? 
Ah  !  he  is  racked  with  mortal  throes — 
He'll  never  rise  again  ! 

5  And  where  is  mercy  in  that  hour 

Of  dread,  and  pain,  and  guilt ! 
Though  Jesus  blood,  of  matchless  power, 
For  man's  sear'd  soul  was  spilt ; 

6  If  Justice  spurn  the  fear-urg'd  prayer, 

That  stream  has  flow'd  in  vain  ; 
And,  lock'd  in  thy  embrace,  despair ! 
He'll  never  hope  again. 

91  C.  M. 

1   TfTBTELP  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man, 
_|  JL  In  all  his  sin  and  wo  ; 
And  let  our  bright  example  teach 
The  way  he  ought  to  go. 


WOES  O*'   INTEMPERANCE.  31 

2  Let  not  our  conduct  harden  him ; 

But  fill  our  souls  with  care, 
To  snatch  him  from  the  pit  of  death. 
And  break  the  fatal  snare, 

3.  Inflam'd  with  love  and  holy  zeal, 

Ne'er  would  we  cease  to  pray, 
And  watch  and  strive  that  he  may  reach, 
The  realms  of  endless  day, 

J.  Bum* 

8  6s.  &  8s. 

1  TT1|OW  long,  O  God,  how  long 
JLJL  Must  thy  pure  eyes  behold 

This  fair  world  blasted  by  the  wrong 

Man  does  to  man  for  gold ! 
How  long  shall  reason  be  cast  down, 
And  a  fierce  demon  wear  her  crown  ! 

2  The  prisoner's  cell,  that  nil 

Life's  blessed  light  bedims, 
The  lash  that  cuts,  the  links  that  gall 

The  poor  slave's  festering  limbs-— - 
What  is  this  thraldom,  to  the  chain 
That  binds  and  burns  the  drunkard's  brain ! 

3  If,  then,  thy  frown  is  felt, 

O  God,  by  those  who  bind 
The  body — what  must  be  the  guilt 

Of  such  as  chain  the  mind — 
Drag  to  the  pit, — and  plunge  it  in  ! — 
O,  have  not  these  "  the  greatest  sin  ?" 

4  The  mother  of  our  race, 

Whose  sin  brought  death  and  wo, 
Yet,  in  her  weakness,  found  thy  grace  :— 

The  TEMPTER'S  curse  we  know. 
Doth  he  who  drinks  wrong  most  the  soul  ? 
Or,  he  who  tempts  him  to  the  bowl  ? 


WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE, 

Help  us,  O  God,  to  weigh 

Our  deeds  as  in  thy  scales, 
Nor  let  gold  dust  the  balance  sway  ; 

For  good  o'er  gold  prevails 
At  that  dread  bar,  where  all  must  look 
Upon  the  record,  in  THY  BOOK. 

Pierpont. 

L.  M. 

"ONLY  THIS  ONCE." 

NLY  this  once ;"— •  the  wine-cup  glowed 

All  sparkling  with  its  ruby  ray  ; 
The  bacchanalian  welcome  flowed, 
And  folly  made  the  revel  gay. 

Then  he,  so  long,  so  deeply  warned, 
The  sway  of  conscience  rashly  spurned  ; 
His  promise  of  repentance  scorned, 
And,  coward-like,  to  vice  returned. 

"  Only  this  once ;" — the  tale  is  told ; 
He  wildly  quaffed  the  poisonous  tide  ; 
With  more  than  Esau's  madness,  sold 
The  birthright  of  his  soul,  and  died, 

I  do  not  say  that  breath  forsook 
The  clay,  and  left  its  pulses  dead ; 
But  reason  in  her  empire  shook, 
Arid  all  the  life  of  life  was  fled. 

Again  his  eyes  the  landscape  viewed ; 
His  limbs  again  their  burden  bore ; 
And  years  their  wonted  course  renewed  ; 
But  hope  and  peace  returned  no  more. 

L,  H.  8. 


WOES   OF    INTEMPERANCE* 

8s.  &  7s. 
THE  MISCHIEFS  OF  DRINKING. 


1  'WirrHEN  we  think  of  chill  starvation, 

W  w      When  we  think  of  sighs  and  tears, 
When  we  think  of  pale  privation, 
When  we  think  of  doubts  and  fears  j 

2  When  we  think  of  raging  madness, 

When  we  think  of  reckless  beings, 

When  we  think  of  death-like  sadness,— 

Nature's  most  distressing  scene's  ; 

3  When  we  think  of  horrid  murder* 

Female  virtue  lost  in  crime  ; 
When  we  think  of  black  self-slaughter* 
Let  us  ever  bear  in  mind, 

4  That  the  cursed  love  of  drinking 

Hath  produced  the  greater  part  ; 
And  that  thousands  now  are  sinking, 
Pierc'd  by  dissipation's  dart. 

J.  Bird 

C.  M. 

O  self-polluted  loathsome  wretdi, 
The  scourge  of  human  kind, 
Go  waste  thy  substance  and  thy  state, 
And  brutalize  thy  mind. 

2  Go  haunt  the  taverns  night  and  day, 

The  time  thus  spent  in  vain, 
Will  bring  disease  and  wo  and  death. 
And  barter  peace  for  pain. 

3  Go  like  a  demon  to  thy  house, 

Destroy  each  comfort  there  ; 
And  from  thy  sorrowing  family 
Wring  out  the  bitter  t«ar» 


4  WOfiS   Of1   INTEMPARAttCJE* 

4  Enough,  enough^  if  aught  remains 

Of  virtue  in  thy  soul ; 
Forsake  thy  foolish  maddening  life, 
And  scorn  the  treacherous  bowl. 

86  8s. 

DRUNKARD'S  ADDRESS  TO  WINE. 

1  ITpHOU  liquid  fire !  like  that  which  glowed} 
JL    For  Paul  upon  Melita's  shore, 
Thou'st  been  upon  my  guests  bestowed  : 

But  thou  shalt  warm  my  house  no  more  i 
For  wheresoe'er  thy  radiance  falls, 
Forth,  from  thy  heat,  a  viper  crawls ! 

8  What,  though  if  gold  the  goblet  be, 

Embossed  with  branches  of  the  vine, 

Beneath  whose  burnished  leaves  we  see 
Such  clusters  as  poured  out  the  wine  f 

Among  those  leaves  an  adder  hangs  ! 

I  fear  him— for  I've  felt  his  fangs. 

3  The  Hebrew,  who  the  desert  trod, 

And  felt  the  fiery  serpent's  bite, 
Looked  up  to  that  ordained  o£  God, 

And  found  that  life  was  in  the  sight* 
So,  the  woRM-bitten's  fiery  veins 
Cool,  when  he  drinks  what  God  ordains* 

4  Ye  gracious  Clouds !  ye  deep  cold  wells  ! 

Ye  gems,  from  mossy  rocks  that  drip  ! 
Springs,  that  from  earth's  mysterious  cells 

Gush  o'er  your  granite  basin's  lip  ! 
To  you  I  look  ; — your  largess  give, 
And  I  will  drink  of  you,  and  livet 


WOES   OF   INTEMPERANCE. 


27 

THE  DRUNKARD'S  LAMENT. 

1  91MTID  sorrows  and  sadness  I'm  destined  to  roam, 

IT JL  Forlorn  and  forsaken,  deprived  of  my  home, 
Intem'prance  hath  robb'd  me  of  all  that  was  dear, 
Of  my  home  in  the  skies,  and  my  happiness  here, 

Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

An  exile  from  God,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 

2  I  vainly  presumed  when  I  first  took  the  cup, 
I  could  drink  if  I  chose,  or  I  could  give  it  up ; 
But  I  tampered  too  long,  too  long  tempted  heaven, 
'Till  an  outcast  from  God  and  his  presence  I'm  driven. 

Home  !  home !  sweet,  sweet  home, 

On  earth  or  in  heaven,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 

3  My  heart  broken  wife  in  her  grave  hath  found  rest, 
And  my  children  have  gone  to  the  land  of  the  blest ; 
While  I  a  poor  wretch,  a  vile  wanderer  like  Cain, 
With  the  "  mark"  of  the  beast  on  the  earth  still  re- 
main. 

Home !  home !  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

How  happy  was  I  with  my  loved  ones  at  home. 

4  Farewell  to  the  social  endearments  of  home, 
Justly  loathed  by  my  fellows  I  wander  alone, 

For  presumptuously  sinning  and  tempting  the  Lord, 
Of  the  fruit  of  my  ways,  I  must  reap  the  reward. 
Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home ! 
An  exile  from  God,  I  shall  ne'er  find  a  home. 

G.  Rugael, 
o 


^6  WOES    OF    INTEMPERANCE. 

28  C.  M. 

THE  FUNERAL. 

1  TMTOURNFUL  and  sad  upon  my  ear 
lT_l     The  death-bell  echoes  stole ; 
And  painful  memories  opened  all 

The  feelings  of  my  soul. 

2  The  knell — the  knell — it  told  of  wo 

That  words  cannot  reveal — 

Of  desolate  and  broken  hearts, 

Where  grief  had  set  his  seal. 

3  Again  it  pealed — and  on  the  air 

It  swelled  and  died  along  ; 
And  to  the  dwelling  of  the  dead 
There  came  a  weeping  throng. 

4  In  tattered  weeds,  with  trembling  steps, 

The  widow  led  the  train  : 
And  her  poor  orphans  followed  on — 
Sad  sharers  of  her  pain. 

5  Ashes  to  ashes,  dust  to  dust, 

Clay  to  its  kindred  clay — 
They  left  the  dead — and  wailed  and  wept, 
And  slowly  moved  away. 

6  But  ah  !  there  hung  a  heavy  cloud 

Upon  that  husband's  name  ; 
And  deep  disgrace  had  settled  down 
Upon  that  father's  fame. 

7  There  was  a  keenness  in  their  grief, 

A  death-shade  in  their  gloom — 
As,  desolate  and  fatherless, 
They  left  the  drunkard's  tomb. 


WOES    OP    INTEMPERANCE. 

39  7s.  &  6s. 

1  ^£3  TOP  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think, 
Per  Before  you  further  go  ; 

Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
On  the  verge  of  ruin  stop, 

Now  the  friendly  warning  take, 
Stay  your  footsteps — ere  you  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Ghastly  death  will  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then  to  hear  your  awrful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair  ! 
All  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd, 

You  shall  mark  their  crimson  dye  ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply  ? 

3  Tho'  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  ; 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

Those  who  now  despise  his  grace, 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

Newfon. 

3O  C.  M. 

A  CALL  TO  REFORMATION. 

1  ^lt7"E  captives  once  to  sin  and  shame, 

_M.     By  dire  intemperance  led, 
Whese  thirst  was  like  the  fiery  flame, 
With  burning  spirits  fed  ; 

2  The  noble  forms  your  Maker  gave 

Were  tottering  to  the  dust, 
Without  a  hope  that  Christ  would  save, 
On  Him  ye  could  not  trust ; 


28  WOES   OF    INTEMPERANCE. 

3  Upon  the  verge  of  endless  night, 

Ye  grop'd  your  darksome  way, 
Without  a  beam  of  mercy's  light, 
With  hearts  that  dar'd  not  pray. 

4  Arise,  and  with  all  creatures  join, 

God's  glory  to  advance ; 
For  sun  and  moon,  the  earth  and  stars 
Are  teaching  temperance. 

31  8s.  &7s. 

1  CJ  ON  of  sorrow  !  son  of  sorrow, 
^5  Whither  bendest  thou  thy  way, 
What  hath  hope  for  thee  to-morrow  ? 

What  enjoyment  has  to-day  ? 

2  False  excitement,  maddening  ever, 

Fills  thy  fever-heated  brain  ; 
This  will  save  from  sorrow  never, 
Leaving  death,  remorse,  and  pain. 

3  Son  of  sorrow  !  son  of  sorrow  ! 

Come  with  me,  O,  come  to-day  ; 
W^ait  not — wait  not  till  to-morrow, 

Leave,  O  leave  delusion's  way. 
\ 

4  Where  are  now  the  babes  thou  loved, 

Where  the  wife  thou  held  so  dear  ? 
What  has  thine  affection  proved  ? 
Son  of  madness,  shed  a  tear ! 

5  I  would  conceal  the  gloomy  picture, 

Thou  thyself  must  draw  a  sigh ; 
Son  of  madness,  change,  O  change  thee, 
Ere  thy  wife  and  children  die ! 

6  Change  thee  ere  thy  doom  is  fixed, 

Bringing  everlasting  gloom  ! 
Flee,  O  flee  the  drunkard's  madness, 
Flee  from  madness  and  the  tomb. 


WOES    OP    INTEMPERANCE.  29 

32  C.  M. 

DRINKERS  AND  SCOFFERS. 

1  A   LL  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death, 
xm.     And  say  there  is  no  hell, 

The  gasp  of  your  expiring  breath, 
Will  send  you  there  to  dwell. 

2  When  iron  thunders  bind  your  flesh, 

With  strange  surprise  you'll  find, 
Immortal  vigor  spring  afresh, 
And  tortures  wake  the  mind. 

3  Then  you'll  confess,  the  frightful  names 

Of  plagues  you  scorned  before, 
No  more  shall  look  like  idle  dreams, 
Like  foolish  tales  no  more. 

4  Then  shall  ye  curse  that  fatal  day, 

With  flames  upon  your  tongue, 
When  you  exchanged  your  souls  away, 
For  vanity  and  songs. 

Watts. 

L.  M. 

1  fWlHROUGH  all  the  various  passing  scenes 

JL     Of  life's  mistaken  ill  or  good, 
Thy  hand,  O  God !  conducts  unseen 
The  beautiful  vicissitude. 

2  When  lowest  sunk  with  grief  and  shame, 

Fill'd  with  afflictions  bitter  cup, 
Lost  to  relations,  friends  and  fame, 
Thy  powerful  hand  can  raise  us  up. 

3  Thy  powerful  consolations  cheer, 

Thy  smiles  suppress  the  deep  fetch'd  sigh, 
Thy  hand  can  dry  the  trickling  tear, 
That  secret  wets  the  widow's  eve. 


30  HOPE   OP   REFORM. 

4  All  things  on  earth,  and  all  heaven, 

On  thy  eternal  will  depend ; 
And  all  for  greater  good  were  given, 
And  all  shall  in  thy  glory  end. 

34  L.  M. 

1  rWlHERE  was  a  time,  there  was  a  time, 

JL    When  earth  was  fair  and  heav'n  was  bright, 
To  eyes  that  now  are  dimmed  with  tears, 
In  prospect  of  eternal  night. 

2  There  was  a  time,  there  was*  ~  .^ie, 
When  all  was  joy  within  chat  breast, 
Where  memory  now,  with  scorpion  whip, 
Scourges  the  conscience  from  its  rest. 

3  There  was  a  time,  there  was  a  time, 
When  noblest  feelings  swelled  the  soul, 
Until  the  tempter  overcame 

And  drowned  those  feelings  in  the  bowl. 

4  There  was  a  time,  there  was  a  time, 
When  life's  young  spring  was  gay  and  fair, 
And  promised  much  ;  but  winter  came, 
The  dreary  winter  of  despair ! 

5  And  must  it  be  for  ever  so  ? 

Is  man's  the  melancholy  doom, 
That  in  his  breast  no  flowers  revive  ; 
No  second  spring  can  ever  bloom  ? 

6  No — there  are  balmy  gales  whose  wings 
Shed  quickening  odours  from  above, 
While  settle  on  the  withered  heart 
The  freshening  dews  of  heavenly  love. 

7  They  will  restore  the  drooping  plant 
Of  virtue,  which  shall  never  die, 
But  flourish  in  a  brighter  green, 
Until  transplanted  to  the  sky. 


HOPE   OP  REFORM. 

35  7s. 

THE  WORD  OF  HOPE. 

1  npHERE'S  a  blessing  on  the  wing, 

JL    Sons  of  want  and  misery,  sing ; 
This  the  simple  solemn  strain, 
This  the  word  of  hope,  '4  ABSTAIN  :" 
Touch  nor  taste  j  for  dark  despair 
Fills  the  cup  of  poison  there  : 
With  a  heaven  uplifted  eye, 
From  the  fell  destroyer  fly  ! 
Tens  of  thousands  he  has  slain, 
Tens  of  thousands  court  his  chain ; 
Never  more  his  portion  take, 
For  your  souls'  and  mercy's  sake. 

2  Hear- your  wives,  your  children  plead, 
Hear  the  gospel  intercede  ! 
Helpless  drunkards,  hither  fly  ! 

44  Touch  not,  taste  not,"  or  you  die  I 
Die !  alas  !  there  is  a  doom, 
Darker  than  the  darkest  tomb, 
Blacker  than  the  blackest  night, 
Ray  less  sorrow,  endless  blight ; 
There  the  dying  drunkard  goes, 
Draining  draughts  of  bitterest  woes, 
List,  then,  to  the  simple  strain, 
Hear  the  word  of  hope — ABSTAIN  ! 

36  8s.  &  7s. 
PRAYER  OF  THE  REFORMED. 

1  |f  ||  thou  source  of  ills  unnumbered, 
W^F  Long  by  thee  I've  been  enslaved, 
Much  too  long  has  reason  slumbered, 
But  adieu,  at  last  I'm  saved. 


02  HOPE    OF    REFORM. 

2  Long  bereft  of  every  blessing, 

I  have  sought  for  rest  in  vain  ; 
Misery's  iron  hand  oppressing1, 
Held  its  unrelenting  chain. 

3  Once  my  injur'd  wife  beset  me, 

By  unmeasured  wo  unblest ; 
Ragged  children  ever  met  me ; 
Dreams  of  horrors  broke  my  rest. 

4  I  was  sick,  but  now  I'm- healthy  ; 

I  have  just  escap'd  the  tomb ; 

I  was  poor,  but  now  I'm  wealthy ; 

Plenty  smiles  upon  my  home. 

5  Star  of  temp'rance,  brightly  shining, 

Shed  thy  radiant  beams  around ; 
Every  joyous  heart  combining, 
Loudly  let  its  praise  resound. 

American. 

37  L.  M. 

DRUNKARD'S  HOPE. 

1  "  rMlHOUGH  sore  beset  with  guilt  and  fear, 

_M_     I  cannot,  dare  not  quit  despair. 
If  I  must  perish,  would  the  Lord 
Have  taught  my  heart  to  love  his  word  ? 
Would  he  have  giv'n  me  eyes  to  see 
My  danger  and  rny  remedy  ? 
Reveal'd  his  name,  and  bid  me  pray, 
Had  he  resolved  to  say  me  nay  ? 

2  No  :  though  cast  down,  I  am  not  slain  ; 
I'm  fallen,  but  shall  rise  again. 

The  present,  Satan,  is  thy  hour, 

But  Jesus  shall  control  thy  power. 

His  love  will  plead  for  my  relief; 

He  hears  my  groans,  he  sees  my  grief; 

Nor  will  he  suffer  thee  to  boast 

A  soui  that  sought  his  help  was  lost. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  33 

I'll  cast  myself  before  his  feet ; 

I  see  him  on  his  mercy-seat : 

('Tis  sprinkled  with  atoning  blood :) 

There  sinners  find  access  to  God. 

Ye  burdened  souls  approach  with  me, 

And  make  the  Saviour's  name  your  plea ; 

Jesus  will  pardon  all  who  come, 

And  strike  our  fierce  accuser  dumb." 


PART  IV. 

OBJECT  AND  END  OF  THE  TEMPER- 
ANCE REFORMATION. 

38  L.  M. 

1  "WT  AIL  temp'rance,  fair  celestial  ray ! 
JtBL  Bright  herald  of  a  new-born  day  .' 
Long  did  we  need  thy  cheering  light 
To  chase  away  our  darksome  night. 

2  Deep  and  appalling  was  the  gloorn, 
'Twas  like  the  darkness  of  the  tomb, 
When  first  our  much  delighted  eyes 
Beheld  thy  beauteous  beams  arise. 

3  'Twas  God  in  mercy  bade  thee  shine ; 
We  hail  thee  as  a  boon  divine. 

And  now  in  grateful  strains  would  raise 
Our  voices  in  his  matchless  praise. 

4  Eternal  Lord !  we  own  thy  grace, 
In  all  that  aids  our  guilty  race. 
Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  love. 


34  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

39  S.  M. 

1  ffllHE  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 

JL     That  all  may  hear  the  sound ; 
And  shun  the  drunkard's  wretched  way, 
For  paths  where  bliss  is  found. 

2  The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 
And  bid  the  young  come  near  ; 

Youth  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
With  zeal  and  humble  fear. 

3  The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 
That  all  with  hoary  hairs, 

The  cup  of  death  may  now  renounce, 
And  'scape  its  countless  snares. 

4  The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow, 
That  all  may  hear  and  flee 

The  drunkard's  path  of  wo  and  shame, 
And  endless  misery. 

J.  Burn* 

40  S.  M. 

J        ~HT  HEARD  a  voice  from  heav'n 

m    Address  the  thoughtless  throng, 
Who  hasten  downward  to  the  tomb 
With  revelry  and  song. 

2  It  warn'd  them  not  to  quench 
The  holy  light  within, 

And  madly  dare  the  fearful  doom 
Of  unrepented  sin. 

3  It  warn'd  them  of  the  shame 
That  haunts  the  drunkard's  grave, 

And  of  that  leprosy  of  soul 

From  which  no  skill  can  save. 

4  I  looked  and  thousands  fled 
The  tempter's  fatal  snare  ; 

But  some  were  number'd  with  the  dead, 
Who  shall  their  doom  declare  ? 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  35 

41  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  "  ^4  ONS  and  daughters  of  the  pilgrims, 

^5  Who  of  noble  birth  are  proud, 
Lo  !  the  glorious  cause  of  temp'rance 

For  exertion  calls  aloud ; 
While  the  MONSTER  still  within  the  land  is  found. 

2  See  !  the  loathsome  drunkard  reeling  ! 

Hark  !  the  cries  of  weeping  friends  ! 
Hear  the  mother,  children,  pleading, 
Heaven  relief  would  quickly  send. 

3  O  thou  great  and  mighty  Saviour, 

Speed  Thee  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  powerful  ARCH  DECEIVER, 

Shall  no  more  his  WRATH  display  ; 
Then  our  cause  shall  gain  a  UNIVERSAL  SWAY." 

42  L.  M. 

O  !  Zion  droops — in  vain — in  vain, 
-A  Her  temple  gates  are  open'd  wide  ; 
Intemperance  blights  her  fair  domain, 
And  lures  its  thousands  from  her  side. 

2  In  vain  her  watchmen  cry  aloud, 
And  urge  their  plea  with  many  tears  ; 
They  cannot  pierce  the  drunken  crowd, 
Who  shun  God's  house  and  close  their  ears. 

3  Lovers  of  Zion !  foes  of  hell, 

Ye  who  for  Christ  count  all  things  loss  ; 
Strengthen  our  hands,  we  seek  to  swell 
The  bloodless  triumphs  of  the  cross. 

4  Rouse  from  year  slumber,  catch  our  zeal, 
Our  weapon  is  the  written  word  ; 

Our  only  guerdon  Zion's  weal, 
Our  aim,  the  glory  of  the  Lord  ! 

Anderton. 


36  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 


43  7s. 

1  f    ONG  and  gloomy  was  the  night, 
MLA  Hanging  on  our  mental  sight, 
While  intemp'rance,  dark  and  drear, 
FilPd  with  storms  our  atmosphere. 

2  But  behold,  a  star  arise, 
Brilliant  in  these  northern  skies, 
Coining  like  redeeming  power, 
In  the  last  despairing  hour. 

3  Ye  who  would  your  children  save 
From  a  drunkard's  awful  grave, 
From  the  gloom  of  endless  night, 
Point  them  to  its  cheering  light. 

4  Onward  speed  thy  radiant  way, 
Harbinger  of  dawning  day, 
Nations  hail  thee  from  afar, 
Hail  the  blessed  temp'rance  star* 

44  L.  M. 

UPAS  TREE. 

1  FW1HERE  sprang  a  tree  of  deadly  name,- 

_•_     Its  poisonous  breath,  its  baleful  dew 
Scorch'd  the  green  earth  like  lava-flame, 
And  every  plant  of  promise  slew. 

2  From  clime  to  clime,  its  branches  spread 
Their  fearful  fruits  of  sin  and  wo, — 
The  prince  of  darkness  lov'd  its  shade, 
And  toil'd  its  fiery  seeds  to  sow. 

3  Faith  pour'd  her  prayer  at  midnight  hour, 
The  hand  of  zeal  at  noon-day  wrought, 
And  armor  of  celestial  power, 

The  soldiers  of  the  cross  besought. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  37 

4  A  living  sword  its  pride  doth  wound, 
Through  its  cleft  boughs  the  sunbeams  shine, 
Its  blasted  blossoms  strew  the  ground, — 
Give  glory  to  an  arm  divine ! 

5  And  still  Jehovah's  aid  implore, 
Till  from  each  island  of  the  sea, 
And  from  far  earth's  remotest  shore 
He  root  that  deadly  Upas-tree. 

L-  H.  S 

:f>  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  ||J|  OUND  the  temp'ranee  standard  rally, 
JL%/  All  the  friends  of  human  kind  ; 
Snatch  the  devotees  of  folly, 

Wretched,  perishing  and  blind, 

Loudly  tell  them 
How  they  comfort  now  may  find. 

2  Bear  the  blissful  tidings  onwards, 

Bear  them  all  the  world  around  » 
JLet  the  myriads  thronging  downwards, 

Hear  the  sweet  and  blissful  sound, 

And  obeying 
In  the  paths  of  peace  be  found. 

3  Plant  the  temp'rance  standard  firmly, 

Round  it  live,  and  round  it  die  ; 
Young  and  old,  defend  it  sternly, 

Till  we  gain  the  victory. 

And  all  nations 
Hail  the  happy  Jubilee. 

4  Now  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever, 

Fountain  of  all  light  and  love  ; 
Let  the  glory  now  and  ever, 
Be  ascribed  to  Him  above, 

Whose  compassion 
Did  the  friends  of  temp'rance  move, 

.1.  Burns 


38  TEMPERANCE    REFORM* 

46  6s.  &  8s. 

1  "B^LEDG'D  in  a  noble  cause, 

JL  We  here  each  other  greet : 
And  bound  by  temp'rance  laws, 
As  friends  and  brothers  meet, 
To  make  a  full  determin'd  stand 
Against  the  foe  that  rules  our  land. 

2  'Tis  true,  the  work  is  great ; 

Our  army  is  but  small ; 
The  foe  is  potentate ; 

But,  if  united  all 
In  close  array,  our  little  band 
Shall  chase  intemperance  from  the  land. 

3  Then  onward  let  us  move, 

Our  cause  is  good  and  great ; 
We'll  put  to  flight  the  foe, 

And  renovate  the  state  ; 
Nor  for  a  moment  quarter  give ; 
Resolv'd  for  this  to  work  and  live. 

47  11s. 

kAUGHTER  of  nations !  awake  from  thy  slum- 

bers, 

Awake  !  for  thy  foe  is  oppressing  thee  sore ; 
Down  the  dark  stream  of  intern  p'rance  what  num- 
bers, 

Are  urging  their  way  to  eternity's  shore  ! 
Daughter  of  nations,  awake  from  thy  slumbers, 
Awake,  e'er  thou  fall  to  recover  no  more. 

2  Now  we  can  sing  with  thanksgivings  to  heaven, 
Daughter  of  nations  the  morning  hath  gleamed, 

The  day-star  of  temp'rance  ascendeth  the  skies ; 
Awake  to  the  light  that  from  heaven  hath  beamed, 

No  more  let  the  darkness  o'ershadow  thine  eyes. 
Daughter  of  nations  the  morning  hath  gleamed. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  39 


48  7s. 

1  TMfATCHMAN!  tell  us  of  the  night, 

W  w     What  its  signs  of  promise  are? 
Cloth'd  in  panoply  of  light, 
See,  that  glorious  temp'rance  star  ! 

2  Watchman !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretel; 
Trav'ller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day 
Which  shall  burst  the  drunkard's  spell. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends  ; 
Trav'ller  !  hail  its  blessed  light, 
Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends  -t 

4  Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  I 
Trav'ller !  no  ;  all  time  its  own, 
And  its  heritage  the  earth. 

49  8s. 


1  "MIBLOW  the  temp'rance  trumpet,  blow, 
M-9  Till  it  echoes  through  the  world. 
Let  the  temp'rance  banner  too, 

O'er  the  nations  be  unfurl'd. 
Till  all  people  taste  and  see 
Blessings  of  sobriety. 

2  Then  the  church  will  rise,  and  shine 

With  unclouded  radiancy ; 
Then  the  light  of  life  divine 

In  the  midst  of  her  will  be, 
Converts  haste  with  willing  feet, 
At  the  throne  of  grace  to  meet. 


40  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

3  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  day ; 

Reign  supreme,  thou  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bow  the  nations  to  thy  sway, 

Fill  the  earth  with  righteousness. 
Come,  Immanuel,  come  and  reign ; 
Ev'ry  creature  say,  Amen. 

T.  B.,  Sen. 

SO  8s. 

THE  PLEDGE. 

1  FTHHE  Pledge!  The  Pledge  !  The  mighty  rock, 

JL     Whereon  the  temp'rance  fabric's  set, 
Which  has  defied  the  rudest  shock 
That  prejudice  and  hate,  as  yet, 
With'earth  and  hell  combined,  could  bring 
Against  the  cause  we're  furthering  ! 

2  The  Pledge  !  The  Pledge  !  The  glorious  ark  ! 

Which  sheltered  anxious  multitudes, 
When  dissipation,  fierce  and  dark, 

Pour'd  on  the  world  its  angry  floods, 
Destroying  all  things  bright  and  fair, 
And  whelming  man  in  black  despair. 

3  The  Pledge  !  The  Pledge  !  The  only  hope 

Of  the  reform'd  inebriate  ! 
Without  it  can  he  ever  cope 

With  habit's  strength  and  appetite? 
Ho  !  Bacchus'  blinded  devotee, 
Come  to  the  pledge — once  more  be  free  ! 

4  The  Pledge  !  The  Pledge  !  The  glorious  Pledge  ! 

Oh  !  let  it  ne'er  forsaken  be ; 
Proclaim  it  loudly  to  the  world, 

And  chant  its  praises  gladsomely  ! 
Firm  to  the  pledge  let's  stand,  till  we, 
Through  heaven's  aid,  the  victors  be  ! 

Pifirpcnt. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  41 


51  C.  M. 

1  FHlilE  blessings  of  the  bounteous  God 

JL    Are  strewed  o'er  heaven  and  earth  ; 
The  dawning  morn,  the  dewy  sod, 
Declare  their  daily  birth. 

2  Fountains  of  purity  and  peace 

From  every  hill  descend ; 
God  gives  us  springs  that  never  cease, 
And  joys  that  never  end. 

3  Tread  the  sweet  margin  of  yon  stream, 

Its  flowing  crystal  see — 
Bland  are  its  waters  as  they  seem, 
And  charged  with  health  for  thee. 

52  C.  M. 

'TIS  a  joyful  sound  to  hear 
Our  men  devoutly  say, 
Come  let  us  all  to  temperance  haste, 
Not  one  must  stay  away. 

2  There  many  weeping  wives  shall  see 

Returning  hours  of  peace  ; 
And  many  husbands  there  shall  find 
Corroding  sorrows  cease. 

3  We'll  banish  far  the  mad'ning  drink, 

And  temperance  extend ; 
While  gospel  truths  shall  thro'  the  land 
Their  endless  blessings  send. 

4  O  pray  we  all  our  country's  peace, 

May  temperance  wield  its  sway, 
While  high  the  gospel  banners  float, 
And  all  its  God  obey. 
4* 


42  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

.13  7s. 

'ER  Arabia's  dreary  sands, 

Israel  pass'd  to  distant  lands ; 
God  their  guide  throughout  the  way, 
Faith  in  him  their  only  stay. 

2  Mercies,  day  by  day  renewed, 
Rais'd  the  hymn  of  gratitude ; 
While  like  pearly  dew-drops  spread 
Lay  around  their  daily  bread. 

3  Crystal  streams,  from  Horeb's  side, 
Each  returning  want  supplied, 
Ever  flowing  to  impart 
Feelings  of  a  grateful  heart. 

4  Thus  through  deserts  wild  and  drear, 
Manna,  and  the  streams  so  clear, 
Form  their  only  meat  and  drink, 

At  whose  frown  ev'n  nations  shrink. 

5  Christians  !  learn  a  lesson  here, — 
Israel's  God,  for  ever  near, 

Does  both  health  and  strength  bestow, 
Where  no  mad'ning  liquors  flow. 

L.  M. 
MORNING. 

of  being,  Holy  Father, 
^5  With  the  day's  returning  light. 
Round  our  board  with  thanks  we  gather, 
For  the  mercies  of  the  night. 

Mercies  that  the  stars  outnumber, 
Which  their  silent  courses  keep, — 

Angels  guard  that  never  slumber, 
While  we  lie  and  never  sleep. 


TEMPERANCE  REFORM.  43 

3  Pillows,  wet  with  tears  of  anguish, 

Couches  pressed  in  sleepless  wo, 
Where  the  sons  of  Belial  languish, 
Father  may  we  never  know  ! 

4  For,  the  maddening  cup  shall  never 

To  our  thirsting  lip  be  pressed, 
But,  our  draught  shall  be,  for  ever, 
The  cold  water  thou  hast  blessed. 

5  This  shall  give  us  strength  to  labor, 

This,  make  all  our  stores  increase, 
This,  with  thee  and  with  our  neighbor, 
Bind  us  in  the  bonds  of  peace. 

6  For  the  lake,  the  well,  the  river, 

Water-brook  and  crystal  spring, 
Do  we  now,  to  thee,  the  giver, 
Thanks,  our  daily  tribute,  bring. 

Pierponl 

L.  M. 

EVENING. 

HIS  day,  O  God,  thy  blessed  hand, 
•  Hath  thrown  wide  open  all  thy  stores, 
And  fill'd  with  bounty  ev'ry  land, 
The  sea,  and  all  its  sounding  shores. 

2  Beast,  bird,  fish,  insect  hast  thou  fed, 

With  fish  or  flesh,  with  grass  or  grain  ; 
For  man,  a  table  hast  thou  spread, 

From  field,  flood,  air,  or  roaring  main. 

3  But,  for  all  things  o'er  earth  that  move, 

In  air  or  ocean,  soar  or  sink, 
One  thing  hath  thine  unbounded  love, 
And  only  one,  prepared  for  drink. 

4  'Tis  water  !  In  the  living  spring, 

It  gusheth  up  to  meet  our  lip  ; 
In  brooks  we  hear  it  murmuring, 
From  mossy  rocks  we  see  it  drip. 


44  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

5  It  filleth  health  and  beauty's  cup, 

And  wrath  and  sorrow  doth  it  drown, 
As  from  our  wells  it  cometh  up, 
As  from  thy  clouds  it  cometh  down. 

6  For  the  cool  water  we  have  quaffed, 

Source  of  all  good  !  we  owe  thee  much  ; 
Our  lips  have  touched  no  burning  draught 
This  day,  nor  shall  they  ever  touch. 

7  When  we  retire  to  our  repose, 

And  night's  dark  curtains  round  us  draw, 
O  guard  us,  as  thou  guardest  those 
Who  trust  thy  care,  and  keep  thy  law  ! 

Pierpont. 

56  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

ISE  and  shine  through  every  nation, 

O  thou  temp'rance  star  divine  ! 
Bless,  O  bless  the  whole  creation ; 
Enter  every  heart  and  mind. 

Rouse  the  drunkards  ! 
Teach  them  to  be  wise  in  time. 

2  Guided  by  the  great  Jehovah, 

Strengthen'd  by  his  mighty  hand, 
Even  drunkards  are  made  sober  ; 
See  them  travel  through  the  land. 

They  shall  prosper — 
Joined  in  one  te-total  band. 

3  Who  will  come  and  join  our  standard  ? 

Help  to  pull  the  strong-holds  down  ? 
Temperance  men,  unite — come  forward, 
Then  the  victory  is  your  own  ; 

Endless  glory 
Will  your  useful  labors  crown. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  45 


8s.  7s.  &  9s. 


onward  J  band  victorious, 
Rear  the  temp'rance  banner  high  ! 
Thus  far  hath  your  course  been  glorious  ; 

Now  your  day  of  triumph's  nigh. 
Vice  and  error  flee  before  you 

As  the  darkness  flies  the  sun  ; 
Onward,  vict'ry  hovers  o'er  you, 
Soon  the  battle  will  be  won  ! 

2  Onward  !  onward  !  songs  and  praises 

Ring  to  heaven's  topmost  arch, 
Whensoe'er  your  standard  raises, 

And  your  conquering  legions  march. 
Gird  the  temp'rance  armor  on  you, 

Look  for  guidance  from  above  ; 
God  and  angels  smile  upon  you. 

Hasten  then  your  work  of  iovo  ! 

3  Lo,  what  multitudes  despairing  ! 

Widows,  orphans,  heirs  of  wo, 
And  the  slaves  their  fetters  wearing, 

Reeling  madly  to  and  fro  ; 
Mercy,  justice,  both  entreat  you 

To  destroy  their  bitter  foe  ; 
Christians,  patriots,  good  men  greet  you, 

To  the  conflict  bravely  go  ! 

4  To  the  vender  and  distiller 

Thunder  truth  with  startling  tone  ! 
Swell  the  accents  louder,  shriller, 

Make  their  guilt  enormous  known. 
Onward  !  onward  !  never  falter, 

Cease  not  till  the  earth  is  free  ; 
Swear  on  temp'rance'  holy  altar, 

Death  is  yours,  or  VICTORY  ! 


46  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

58  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  ^~^OME,ye  messengers  of  mercy, 
\^  Ye  who  gospel  trumpets  sound, 
Aid  us  in  this  controversy, 

Satan's  kingdom  to  confound  ; 

Come  and  join  us  ; 
So  shall  righteousness  abound. 

2  Come,  ye  men  of  lower  classes, 

Ye  who  labor  hard  and  long  ; 
Ye  who  think  your  single  glasses 
Make  you  happy,  hale  and  strong 

Come  and  join  us  ; 
Come,  and  prove  us  right  or  wrong. 

3  For  your  country's  reformation, 

For  your  children's  future  weal, 
For  your  own  sure  preservation — 
To  v°ni'  conscience  we  appeal. 

"  Come  and  join  us  ; 
Touch  not,  taste  not,  drink  no  more. 


o 


59  4s.  &  6s. 

FEMALE  AID  REQUIRED. 

THAT  the  Lord  would  hear 

Our  supplicating  cry ; 
In  our  behalf  appear, 

A  Saviour  ever  nigh  ; 
And  sweetly  prompt  each  female's  heart, 
To  take  with  us  an  active  part. 

2  Ye  Sarah's  now  arise, 

Ye  Miriams  all  come  fortli ; 

While  Hannahs,  truly  wise, 

Now  prove  your  genuine  worth. 

No  power  like  yours— save  that  above, 

To  teach  sobriety  and  love. 


TEMPERANCE    REFORM.  47 

3  Marys  and  Marthas  join, 

As  vessels  of  his  grace, 
Counsel  with  love  combine, 

To  save  our  sinking  race  ; 
To  bid  them  of  strong  drinks  beware, 
That  they  may  shun  the  tempter's  snare, 

4  Come  forth  ye  lovely  train, 

Your  nobler  powers  display  ; 
Nor  shall  you  plead  in  vain ; 

But  win  the  well-fought  day. 
Mothers  and  maidens  then  shall  sing, 
And  earth  with  hallelujahs  ring, 

5  Each  house  shall  then  become 

A  paradise  below ; 
And  all  enjoy  a  home, 
Where  sweetest  pleasures  flow  ; 
And  thousands  join  with  sweet  accord 
To  praise  the  Saviour,  Christ,  the  Lord. 

6O  L.  M. 

1  "irjrOW  bright  the  page  whose  every  thought, 
JLJL  Was  kindled  at  the  shrine  of  truth  : 
How  dark  the  works  with  poison  fraught, 

To  taint  the  fountain  of  our  youth. 

2  How  mounts  the  souls  with  rushing  wing, 

When  wakes  the  poet's  magic  strain  ; 
But  if  the  «*  sparkling  bowl,"  he  sing, 
Those  soaring  pinions  droop  again. 

3  How  music  cheers  the  weary  heart, 

To  troubles  wave,  it  whispers  peace  ; 
But  when  it  acts  the  syren's  part, 
In  vain  the  captive  seeks  release. 

4  How  potent  art,  with  wondrous  skill, 

Bids  forms  of  beauty  bless  our  eyes ! 
But  ah  !  she  often  lures  to  ill, 
Till  baleful  passions,  all  arise 


48  TEMPERANCE    REFORM. 

5  How  fair  the  path  which  upward  leads, 
'Tis  virtue's  sweet  and  pleasant  way  ; 
Our  guide  each  humble  pilgrim  heeds, 
And  cheers  him  onward,  day  by  day. 

61 

THE  FIRST  PLEDGE. 

1  'WliTHEN  God  poured  out  perfection  first) 

TV      And  formed  each  creature  good, 
Pure  water  quenched  our  parents'  thirst, 

And  temp'rance  choso  their  food. 
Fair  Eden's  bowers  and  groves  so  green, 

Were  nursed  with  heavenly  care  ; 
And  naught  but  freshness  there  was  seen  ; 

No  Alcohol  was  there. 

2  From  every  sweet  and  thriving  field, 

Each  pure  and  healthful  rill ; 
Of  every  luxury  they  yield, 

Our  parents  took  their  fill : 
Except  ONE  tree !  one  fatal  tree, 

Like  wine,  to  move  the  brain  ; 
From  which  they  PLEDGED,  TE-TOTALLY, 

For  ever  to  abstain. 

3  Oh,  had  their  righteous  pledge  been  kept, 

Intemp'rance  had  been  stayed  ; 
Nor  misery's  flood  this  world  have  swept, 

Or  drunkard's  grave  been  made ; 
But  tempted  by  the  sparkling  fruit, 

And  knowledge  most  divine, 
Like  thousands  since,  they  joined  the  BRUTE, 

And  sold  the  world  to  WINE. 


PART  V. 

PRAISES    AND    THANKSGIVINGS    FOR 
ENCOURAGEMENT  AND  RESULTS. 

62  7.   &  6s. 

TEMPERANCE  VICTORIOUS 

1  A     BEACON  has  been  lighted, 
xm_  Bright  as  the  noon-day  sun, 
On  worlds  of  mind  benighted, 
Its  rays  are  pouring  down. 

Full  many  a  shrine  of  error, 

And  many  a  deed  of  shame, 

Dismayed,  has  shrunk  in  terror 

Before  the  lighted  flame. 

Victorious  on,  victorious  I 
Proud  beacon  onward  haste, 
'Till  floods  of  light  all  glorious, 
'  Illume  the  moral  waste. 

2  Intemperance  has  founder'd, 
The  demon  gasps  for  breath, 
His  rapid  march  is  downward 
To  everlasting  death. 

Old  age  and  youth  united, 
His  works  have  prostrate  hurl'd  • 
And  soon  himself  affrighted, 
Shall  hurry  from  this  world. 
Victorious  on,  &c. 

3  Bold  TEMPERANCE  untiring, 
StriKes  at  the  monster's  heart, 
Beneath  her  blows  expiring, 
He  dreads  her  well-aimed  dart, 

5 


50  PRAifafiS   AND   THANKSGIVINGS. 

Her  blows,  we'll  pray  "  God  speed"  them, 

The  darkness  to  dispel ; 

And  how  we  fought  for  freedom, 

Let  future  ages  tell. 

Victorious  on,  &c. 

63  L.  M. 

1  ~B~    ET  temp'rance  and  her  sons  rejoice, 
M-A  And  be  their  praises  loud  and  long, 
Let  every  heart  and  every  voice 
Conspire  to  raise  a  joyful  song. 

2  And  let  the  anthem  rise  to  God, 
Whose  fav'ring  mercies  so  abound, 
And  let  his  praises  fly  abroad, 
The  spacious  universe  around. 

3  His  children's  prayer  he  deigns  to  grant, 
He  stays  the  progress  of  the  foe ; 

And  temp'rance,  like  a  cherish'd  plant, 
Beneath  his  fost'ring  care  shall  grow. 

64  C.  M. 

N  this  glad  day,  O  God,  we  would, 

Through  thy  beloved  Son, 
Acknowledge  Thee  for  all  the  good 
That  temperance  has  done. 

2  We  thank  Thee  for  the  thousands  sav'd 

From  soul-seducing  drink, 
Who  by  its  power  were  long  enslav'd, 
And  cast  on  ruin's  brink. 

3  O  let  thy  Holy  Spirit  dwell 

Where  vice  too  long  has  reign'd  f 
For  where  thy  mercy  breaks  the  spell 
T{ie  victory  is  gain'd. 


PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVINGS.  51 

65  L.  M. 

1  "OfOSANNAS,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  sing, 
JLJL  Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys  ; 
What  countlesss  thousands  tribute  bring, 

For  happier  homes  and  brighter  days  ! 

2  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed, 

Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound  ; 
The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed  ! 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found ! 

3  Spare,  Lord,  the  thoughtless,  guide  the  blind, 

Till  man  no  more  shall  deem  it  just 
To  live,  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust. 

4  Still  give  us  grace,  Almighty  King  ! 

Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand, 
'Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 

66  7s.   &  6s. 

1  TTTfOW  long  shall  virtue  languish  ? 
JLJL  How  long  shall  folly  reign  ? 
While  many  a  heart  with  anguish 

Is  weeping  o'er  the  slain  ? 
How  long  shall  dissipation 

Her  deadly  waters  pour, 
Throughout  this  favored  nation, 

Her  millions  to  devour  ? 

2  When  shall  the  veil  of  blindness 

Fall  from  the  sons  of  wealth, 
Restoring  human  kindness 

And  industry,  and  health  ? 
When  shall  the  charms  so  luring, 

Of  bad  example  cease ;  f 

The  ends  at  once  securing, 

Of  industry  and  peace  ? 


52  PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVINGS. 

3  We  hail  with  joy  unceasing 

The  band  whose  pledge  is  given  ; 
Whose  numbers  are  increasing, 

Amid  the  smiles  of  heaven  ; 
Their  virtues  never  failing, 

Shall  lead  to  brighter  days, 
When  holiness  prevailing, 

Shall  fill  the  earth  with  praise. 

67  7s.  &  6s. 

1  J^RIENDS  of  freedom  !  swell  the  song; 
M.      Young  and  old,  the  strain  prolong, 
Make  the  temp'rance  army  strong, 

And  on  to  victory. 

2  Lift  your  banners,  let  them  wave, 
Onward  march  a  world  to  save  ; 
Who  would  fill  a  drunkard's  grave, 

And  bear  his  infamy  ? 

3  Shrink  not  when  the  foe  appears  ; 
Spurn  the  coward's  guilty  fears  ; 
Hear  the  shrieks,  behold  the  tears 

Qf  ruin'd  families  ! 

4  Raise  the  cry  in  every  spot — 

"  Touch  not — Taste  not — Handle  not," 
Who  would  be  a  drunken  sot, 

The  worst  of  miseries  ? 

5  Give  the  aching  bosom  rest ; 
Carry  joy  to  every  breast ; 

Make  the  wretched  drunkard  blest, 
By  living  soberly. 

6  Raise  the  glorious  watchword  high — 

"  Touch  not — Taste  not  till  you  die!" 
Let  the  echo  reach  the  sky, 

And  earth  keep  jubilee. 


PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVINGS.  53  '" 

7  God  of  mercy  !  hear  us  plead, 
For  thy  help  we  intercede  ! 
See  how  many  bosoms  bleed  ! 

And  heal  them  speedily. 

8  Hasten,  Lord,  the  happy  day, 
When,  beneath  thy  gentle  ray, 
TEMP'RANCE  all  the  world  shall  sway. 

And  reign  triumphantly. 

Hatfield. 

68  6s.    &   8s. 

1  TfcRAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 

JL      Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide ; 

While  temp'rance's  blessed  cause 

Is  urg'd  on  every  side ; 
Balmy  and  rich  its  odors  rise, 
To  fill  each  realm  beneath  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  men 
It  influence  feel  and  live ; 
Sweet  as  the  vital  air 
The  incense  they  receive ; 

They  breathe  anew,  to  God  they  bring, 
Their  thanks  through  Christ,  their  conquering 
king. 

3  But  drunkards  scorn  the  grace, 
Which  brings  such  blessings  nigh, 
They  turn  away  their  face, 

And  faint  and  fall  and  die. 
Ye  temperate  men  their  doom  deplore, 
For  O  !  they  fall  to  rise  no  more. 

4  O,  may  I  e'er  be  kept, 

From  wine's  destructive  bowl ; 

The  foe  which  seeks  to  kill 

My  body  and  my  soul : 
Saviour,  with  aid  divine  anew, 
I  bid  its  touch  a  last  adieu. 
5* 


54  PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVINGS. 


69  L.  M. 

^  praise  thee,  Lord  —  if  but  one  soul 

While  the  past  year  prolonged  its  flight, 
Turn'd  shudd'ring  from  the  pois'nous  bowl, 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light. 

2  We  praise  thee  —  if  one  clouded  home, 
Where  broken  hearts  despairing  pin'd, 
Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come, 
Erect,  and  in  his  perfect  mind. 

3  No  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock, 
'Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end  — 
No  more  the  trembling  mind  to  shock, 
And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 

4  Still  give  us  grace,  Almighty  King, 
Unwav'ring  at  our  posts  to  stand  ; 
'Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring, 
The  tribute  of  a  ransom'd  land. 

L.  H.  Sigourney. 

70  8s.  &  7s. 


of  the  great  creation, 
Thou  hast  open'd  wide  thine  hand  ; 
Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
Now  that  we  before  thee  stand. 

2  May  all  drunkards  now  enslaved, 
Taste  those  pleasures  we  enjoy  ; 
They  and  us  through  grace  be  saved, 
And  for  thee  our  lives  employ. 

3  Safely  by  thy  spirit  guided, 
'Till  the  scenes  of  life  are  o'er, 
May  we  taste  the  bliss  provided, 
Hunger  then  and  thirst  no  more. 


PRAISES   AND   THANKSGIVINGS.  55 

4  Then  our  sweetest  voices  raising, 
With  the  bright  angelic  host, 
Thy  great  name  for  ever  praising, 
Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 

£.  B.  H. 

71  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

TEMPERANCE  TRIUMPH. 
N  WARD  !  Onward !  all  victorious, 

Bright  thou  Sun  of  temperance  shine  ! 
Soon  our  triumph  will  be  glorious, 
For  our  leader  is  divine. 

Sing  victorious ! 
Sing  victorious  ! 
For  our  leader  is  divine. 

2  God  does  work ! — See,  none  can  hinder  ; 

Weak  the  agents  he'll  employ — 
With  his  trumpet  loudly  thunder, 
Compass  round,  and  then  destroy  ! 
Walls  of  Satan  I 
Walls  of  Satan  1 
Compass  round,  He  will  destroy. 

3  Rouse  thee !  rouse  thee  !  Christian  sleeping  ! 

Hark !  thy  Master  draweth  near, 
Search  the  camp, — in  wrath  He's  speaking, 
"  That  an  Achan's  shelter'd  there!" 

Sons  of  Zion  ! 

Sons  of  Zion  ! 
See,  an  Achan's  shelter'd  there. 

4  E'en  poor  Erin  !  now  is  bursting 

From  the  chains  which  long  she  wore  ! 
See  her,  Father  Mathew  trusting, 
Alcohol  shall  rule  no  more  ! 
Happy  Erin ! 
Happy  Erin  ! 
Alcohol  shall  rule  no  more. 

Grenvilie, 


56  PRAISES   AND    THANKSGIVINGS. 

7£  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  JT    ORD  of  heaven  and  earth  assist  us, 
JLJ  While  the  temp'rance  cause  we  plead, 
Though  both  earth  and  hell  resist  us, 

If  thou  bless,  we  shall  succeed, 

From  intemp'rance 
May  our  country  soon  be  freed. 

2  Let  the  temp'rance  reformation, 

Still  go  forward  and  increase, 
Checking  vice  and  dissipation, 

Filling  hearts  and  homes  with  peace,    , 

Till  intemp'rance 
Shall  on  earth,  for  ever  cease. 

J.Bunu. 

73  8s.  7s.   &  4s. 


^  daughters  of  the  pilgrims, 
^9  Who  of  noble  birth  are  proud  ; 
Lo !  the  glorious  cause  of  temp'rance, 
For  exertion  calls  aloud, 
While  the  monster 
Still  within  the  land  is  found. 

2  See  the  loathsome  drunkard  reeling ; 

Hark  the  cries  of  weeping  friends  ! 
Hear  the  mother,  children  pleading 
Heaven  relief  would  quickly  send  ; 

Cruel  tyrant ! 
When  will  all  thy  miseries  end ! 

3  O  !  thou  great  and  mighty  Saviour, 

Haste  thee  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  powerful,  arch-deceiver, 
Shall  no  more  his  wrath  display ; 

Then  our  cause  will 
Gain  the  universal  sway. 


PRAISES    AND   THANKSGIVINGS.  57 


74  7s. 

1  fMlEMPERANCE  !  tell  the  listening  world 

JL    What  thine  advocates  have  done  ; 
Hearken,  now  the  tyrant's  hurled 
From  his,  high,  despotic  throne. 

2  Temperance — shall  it  bear  the  sway, 

Shine  o'er  earth  in  splendour  bright  ? 
Listen ;  for  a  brilliant  day 

Drives  away  the  gloomy  night. 

3  Temperance !  will  thy  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  thee  birth  ? 
Other  climes  thy  sway  shall  own  : 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

4  Temperance  !  are  thy  sons  to  fight, 

Like  hosts  of  earth,  to  fix  thy  laws  ? 
O  no ;  for  love  and  truth  unite, 
To  achieve  thy  holy  cause. 

5  Temperance  !  then  I'll  be  thy  child, 

For  I  love  thy  sacred  name : 

Yes,  thy  voice  and  influence  mild 

Can  the  wildest  passion  tame. 

6  Temperance !  we  shall  shout  thy  praise  ; 

We  no  more  will  leave  thy  band ; 
Joyful  now  our  anthems  raise, 
In  every  clime,  in  every  land. 

L.  H-  Sigourney* 


PART  VI. 


WARNINGS    AGAINST    INTEMPERANCE 

AND    ALL    ITS    CAUSES. 


1  fWlHAT  wine-cup  !  touch  it  not ! 

JL    Youth  take  thy  hand  away — 
Poverty  fills  it  up, 

"With  ruin  and  decay. 
Oh,  youngster,  heed  thee  well, 

Ere  thou  hast  quaffed  a  drop — 
The  seeds  of  death  are  there, 

Whose  work  thou  canst  not  stop ! 

2  When  in  the  wide  world,  youth, 

Thou  hold'st  thy  devious  way, 
If  from  the  path  of  truth, 

Temptations  lead  astray — 
If  urg'd  to  drain  the  glass. 

With  thoughtless,  heedless  men, 
Oh,  as  thou  lov'st  thyself, 

Touch  not  the  wine-cup  then. 

3  Should  hours  of  darkness  come, 

And  thy  heart's  purpose  fail, 
Should  life  to  thee  seem  vain, 

And  earth  a  dreary  vale — 
Oh,  to  the  voice  of  truth 

Take  heed,  nor  then  be  deaf, 
Shun,  shun  the  wine-cup  then, 

.It  cannot  give  relief. 


WARNINGS   AND   ADMONITIONS.  59 


76  8s.  &  6s. 

1  ^^1AN  we  forget  the  gloomy  time, 
^_y   When  Bacchus  ruPd  the  day, 
When  dissipation,  sloth,  and  crime, 

Bore  undisputed  sway  ? 

The  time — the  time — the  gloomy  time — 

The  time  has  pass'd  away, 
When  dissipation,  sloth,  and  crime, 

Bore  undisputed  sway. 

2  Can  we  forget  the  tender  wives, 

Who  found  an  early  tomb, 
For,  ah  !  the  partners  of  their  lives 
Had  met  the  drunkard's  doom  ? 

The  wives — the  wives — the  tender  wives, 

May  bid  adieu  to  gloom, 
For  now  the  partners  of  their  lives 
Abhor  the  drunkard's  doom. 

3  We'll  ne'er  forget  that  noble  band 

Who  fear'd  no  creature's  frown, 
And  boldly  pledg'd  both  heart  and  hand, 
To  put  intemp'rance  down, 

The  band — the  band — the  noble  band — 

The  band  of  blest  renown — 
Who  boldly  pledg'd  both  heart  and  hand 
To  put  intemp'rance  down. 

4  Nor  shall  the  Pledge  be  e'er  forgot, 

That  so  much  bliss  creates — 
"  WE'LL  TOUCH  NOT — TASTE  NOT — HANDLE  NOT, 
WHATE'ER  INTOXICATES." 

The  Pledge — the  Pledge  is  not  forgot— . 

The  pledge  that  Satan  hates — 
"  We'll  touch  not — taste  not — handle  not, 
Whatever  intoxicates." 

Hatfield. 


60  WARNINGS   AND   ADMONITIONS. 

77  7s.  &  6s. 

TUNE. — "  From  Greenland's  Icy  Mountains." 

1  FJ1HOUGH  wretchedness  unending 

JL     Awaits  the  drunkard's  soul, 
His  eager  hands  extending, 

He  takes  and  quaffs  the  bowl  • 
Not  heav'n  itself  beseeching, 

With  kind  alluring  voice, 
Its  arms  of  mercy  reaching, 

Allures  him  from  his  choice. 

2  Ye,  who  are  still  delaying, 

Who  sip  the  poison'd  cup, 
Who  cheat  yourselves  by  saying — 

"  I  will  not  drink  it  up  !" 
Learn,  that  with  open  malice 

The  foe  wastes  not  his  strength, 
But  with  that  pleasing  chalice, 

He  kills  the  soul  at  length. 

3  Your  safety  now  securing, 

The  oath  of  temp'rance  take  ; 
And  from  the  charm  alluring 

With  giant  effort  break  : 
Fly — fly  such  deadly  pleasures, 

No  longer  touch  nor  taste ; 
Your  peace  and  life  are  treasures 

Too  infinite  to  waste. 

7S  L.  M. 

H,  shun  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight 

Shines  loveliest,  mortal,  in  thy  sight ; 
Oh,  loathe  the  charms  that  tempt  to  sip, 
And  dash  the  goblet  from  thy  lip. 
2  For  'neath  the  nectar'd  pleasure's  tide 
The  rankest  dregs  of  wo  abide  ; 
And  ev'ry  drop  that  cheers  thy  heart, 
Will  madden  more  the  poison's  smart. 


WARNINGS    AND    ADMONITIONS.  61 

3  'Tis  like  the  smile  of  treachery ; 
'Tis  like  the  glassy  ocean's  dye  ; 
Deceit  is  lurking  in  that  glow, 
And  death  and  danger  from  below. 

4  Then  mortal,  when  the  joys  of  earth 
Invite  thee  to  a  pangless  mirth, 
Beware,  nor  dare  the  bowl  to  sip, 
But  dash  the  goblet  from  thy  lip. 

C.  A.  H. 

79  L.  P.  M. 

1  '•"NTEMP'RANCE  rears  its  sinful  towers, 
jL  Like  the  doom'd  city  of  the  plain, 

O'er  it  the  storm  of  vengeance  lowers  ; 

All,  all  are  lost,  who  there  remain. 
Fierce  pain,  deep  wo,  and  black  despair, 
With  fiery  pangs  have  settled  there. 

2  Without  its  gates  an  angel  stands, 

A  form  of  wisdom,  love,  and  light, 
Whose  warning  voice  and  outstretched  hands : 

Aids  and  enforces  instant  flight. 
"  Haste,  leave  the  city  of  the  doomed — 
Oh,  stay  not,  lest  ye  be  consumed." 

3  'Tis  ABSTINENCE  !  Who  breathes  this  strain, 

Myriads  have  heard  the  warning  voice  ; 
Lo !  they  have  sought  the  fresh  green  plain, 

Behold  the  rescued  ones  rejoice .' 
Swift  from  the  city's  gates  they  flee,  * 

Singing  in  triumph — "  we  are  free  !" 

4  "  See  numbers  are  already  there, 

This  plain  has  been  their  sure  safe  way  ; 
Their  songs  are  floating  on  the  air, 

Oh,  haste  with  them  your  vows  to  pay : 
'Taste  the  rich  joy  of  sins  forgiv'n, 
On  that  fair  mount,  whose  top  is  heav'n  ! 
6 


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D52  WARNINGS   AND   ADMONITIONS. 

5  "  Flee  to  the  mountain ;  freely  breathe 
The  balmy  breeze  that  fans  its  side, 
The  joys  of  liberty  receive  ; 

Drink  of  salvation's  mighty  tide — 
Shout,  as  ye  press  with  vigour  on, 
The  plain  is  pass'd — the  mount  is  won." 

C.  L.  B. 

8O  L.  M. 

THE  BOWL. 

BY    LIEUT.    G.    W.    PATTEN,    U.    S.    ARMY. 

|H  !  shun  the  bowl ! — the  draught  beware, 
Whose  smile  but  mocks  the  lips  of  men; 
When  foaming  high  with  waters  rare — 

Oh  !  never  touch  the  goblet  then. 
With  friends  we  love  tho'  sweet  to  sip, 

The  nectar'd  juice  at  close  of  day, 
Yet  trust  ye  not  the  syren  lip 

That  wins  to  cheat,  and  lures  to  slay. 

2  Oh  !  shun  the  bowl — as  thou  would'st  leave 

The  poisoned  spot  where  reptiles  tread  ; 
Lest  widow'd  hearts  for  thee  should  grieve — 

For  thee,  untimely  tears  be  shed. 
Yea  !  thine  may  be  the  fearful  lot 

To  prove,  ere  time  hath  dimm'd  thy  brow, 
A  sire — and  yet  the  witness  not 

Of  them  who  weep  his  broken  vow. 

3  Hast  thou  a  bride  whose  every  sigh 

Deep  trembles  with  the  joy  it  gives  ? 
Hast  thou  a  child  whose  meek  mild  eye 

Lives  in  the  light  its  father  lives  ? 
Then  shun  the  bowl ! — the  draught  beware, 

Whose  smile  but  mocks  the  lips  of  men ; 
When  foaming  high  with  waters  rare — 

Oh  never  touch  the  goblet  then ! 


WARNINGS   AND    ADMONITIONS.  63 

81  H.  M. 

fcASH  to  the  floor  that  bowl  1 

Dare  not  its  sweets  to  sip ! 
There's  peril  to  the  soul, 
If  once  it  touch  the  lip, 
Why  will  ye  drown 
The  God  within  ? 
Avoid  the  sin ! 
Ay,  dash  it  down  ! 

2  And  let  no  fire  be  brought, 

In  goblet,  glass,  or  bowl, 
Within  the  "  dome  of  thought 
The  palace  of  the  soul ';" 
Lest  in  that  fire 
Of  burning  drink, 
That  palace  sink, 
That  soul  expire. 

3  Let  light  on  water  sliin^ — 

The  light  of  love  and  tnit.li  I 
Then  shall  that  drink  divine 
Be  quaffed  by  age  and  youth  ; 
And  as  that  bow, 

Doth  heavenward  bend, 
Shall  heavenward  tend 
The  way  they  go. 

82  C.  M. 
ONE  GLASS  MORE. 

1  £|3  TA  Y,  mortal,  stay  !  nor  heedless  thus 
^5  Thy  sure  destruction  seal : 

Within  that  cup  there  lurks  a  curse, 
Which  all  who  drink  must  feel. 

2  Disease  and  death,  for  ever  nigh, 

Stand  ready  at  the  door, 
And  eager  wait  to  hear  the  cry, 
Of,  "  Give  me  one  glass  more." 


64  WARNINGS   AND   ADMONITIONS. 

3  Go,  view  that  prison's  gloomy  cells, 

Their  palid  tenants  scan  ; 
Gaze,  gaze  upon  these  earthly  hells, 
And  ask  how  they  began. 

4  Stay,  mortal,  stay  ;  repent,  return  ; 

Reflect  upon  thy  fate  ; 
The  poisonous  draught  indignant  spurn- 
Spurn,  spurn  it,  ere  too  late. 

83  L.  M. 

AIR.—"  Green  Fields," 
I II !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 


Ol 


Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red ; 
For  who  have  such  trouble  as  they, 

That  oft  to  the  bottle  are  led  ? 
Who  else  have  such  sorrow  and  wo, 

As  they  who  to  drinking  incline  ? 
What  evils  unceasingly  flow 

From  tarrying  long  at  the  wine  ! 

2  Oh  !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 

Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red  ; 
At  last,  like  a  serpent  at  play, 

It  stings,  and  the  poison  will  spread  • 
The  eyes  it  inflames  with  desire, 

The  heart  with  all  manner  of  sin, 
It  setteth  the  bosom  on  fire, 

Consuming  the  spirit  within. 

3  Oh  !  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away, 

Nor  look  on  the  wine  when  it's  red : 
Though  urg'd  by  the  wealthy  and  gay, 

Remember  the  blood  it  hath  shed  ! 
Touch  not,  with  the  poison,  thy  lips, 

If  thou  would'st  be  free  from  its  pains ; 
For  he  is  in  danger  who  sips — 

He  only  is  safe  who  abstains. 

Hatfield 


WARNINGS    AND   ADMONITIONS.  65 

84  C.  M. 

H  !  touch  it  not  for  deep  within, 

That  ruby  tinted  bowl, 
Lie  hidden  fiends  of  guilt  and  sin, 
To  seize  your  precious  soul. 

2  That  sparkling  glass  if  you  partake, 

Will  prove  your  deadly  foe, 
And  may,  e'er  yet  its  bubbles  break, 
Have  sealed  your  endless  wo. 

3  Then  pause  e'er  yet  the  cup  you  drain, 

The  hand  that  lifts  it,  stay, 
Resolve  for  ever  to  abstain, 
And  cast  the  bowl  away. 

85  Us. 

AWAY  FROM  THE  REVEL 

1  A  WAY  from  the  revel,  the  night  star  is  up  ; 
xm.  Away,  come  away,  there  is  strife  in  the  cup  I 
There  is  shouting  of  song,  there  is  wine  in  the  bowl ; 
But  listen  and  drink,  they  will  madden  thy  soul. 

2  The  foam  of  the  goblet  is  sparkling  and  bright, 
Rising  like  gems  in  the  torches  red  light ; 

But  the  glance  of  thine  eye  if  it  lingereth  there, 
Will  change  its  mild  beam  for  the  maniac's  glare  ! 

3  The  pearl-studded  chalice,  displaying  in  pride, 
May  challenge  thy  lip  to  the  purple  draught's  tide ; 
But  the  pearl  of  the  dew-drop,  the  voice  of  the  breeze 
Are  dearer,  and  calmer,  more  blessed  than  these. 

4  Oh  !  come,  it  is  twilight ;  the  night  star  is  up : 
Its  ray  is  more  bright  than  the  silver-brimm'd  cup ; 
The  boat  gently  dances,  the  snowy  sail  fills, 
We'll  glide  o'er  the  waters,  or  rove  on  the  hills. 

6* 


66  WARNINGS    AND    ADMONITIONS. 

86 

THE  DRUNKARD'S  DIRGE. 

1  ^1OME,  behold  the  drunkard  dying, 
^^  Hear  ye  him  rave. 

'Tis  no  contrite  spirit,  crying, 

Lord  Jesus  save ! 
No  kind  wings  of  mercy  hover 
That  dark  scene  of  ruin  over  ; 
Oh  bewail  him,  whom  ye  cover 

Deep  in  the  grave. 

2  Lo  !  the  resurrection  morning 

Breaks  on  the  gloom  ; 
Summoned  by  the  trumpet's  warning, 

Souls  press  for  room. 
Woful  case  !  the  drunkard,  bending 
'Neath  the  weight  of  wrath  impending, 
Wakes  to  anguish  never  ending. 

Mourn  ye  his  doom  ! 

B.  L.  Swan 

87  Us. 

1  "  ~iT±  AUGHTER  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sadness, 

JLF  Awake  for  the  foe  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ; 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  gladness ; 
Arise  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er." 

2  No  more  shall  the  bowl — of  friendship  the  token, 

The  bliss  of  a  moment,  be  fill'd  to  ensnare ; 
Though  rich  be  its  glow,  yet  the  charm  has  been  bro 

ken, 
That  led  on  its  victims  to  want  and  despair. 

3  Hence  all  ye  sorrows — the  cup  that  distill'd  them — 

Pure  friendship  has  banish'd  and  dash'd  from  the 

board ; 
Homes — where  the  poison  with  wretchedness  fiJPd 

them, 
To  peace  and  to  virtue  again  are  restored. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  67 

4  Friends  of  redemption,  the  prospect  is  cheering, 
All  aid  to  our  progress  kind  heaven  will  bless ; 
Then  let  us  arise,  for  the  cause  is  endearing — 
The  joys  of  our  triumph  no  tongue  can  express 


PART  VH. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

88  7s.  &  6s. 

FOR  JUVENILE  CELEBRATIONS. 

1  CHILDREN,  who  have  rallied  now 
\^  Where  Immanuel's  soldiers  bow, 
Who  will  take  the  temp'rance  vow, 

And  be  a  volunteer  ? 

2  Children !  hear  the  battle  cry, 
Sounding  loud,  and  sounding  nigh, 
From  the  throne  of  God  on  high  : 

Who'll  be  a  volunteer  ? 

3  See !  the  foe  is  gathering  fast ; 
Hark !  his  clanging  trumpet  blast ! 
Who  will  fight  him  to  the  last, 

And  march  a  volunteer  ? 

4  Lo  !  o'er  all  the  tented  field, 
God  will  be  our  sun  and.  shield ; 
Alcohol,  the  foe,  shall  yield, 

If  all  will  volunteer. 


68  JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

89  L.  M. 

HY  gracious  aid,  O  God!  impart, 

Our  resolution  to  fulfil ; 
Guide  and  direct  each  erring  heart, 
And  teach  it  how  to  do  thy  will. 

2  Sear  from  our  souls  each  secret  sin, 
Repress  each  worldly,  selfish  thought : 
And  may  we  strive  the  prize  to  win, 
As  our  blest  Lord  and  Saviour  taught. 

3  Oh  !  may  his  precepts  be  our  guide, 
To  lead  us  safe  through  paths  of  truth  ; 
And  his  example  ever  chide 

The  thoughtless  follies  of  our  youth. 

M 

90  8s.   &  6s. 

1  FM1HE  drink  that's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl. 

_•_     Is  not  the  drink  for  me, 
It  kills  his  body  and  his  soul, 

How  sad  a  sight  is  he. 
But  there's  a  drink  which  God  hath  given, 

Distilling  in  the  showers  of  heaven. 
In  measures  large  and  free, 
O,  that's  the  drink  for  me. 
O,  that's  the  drink  for  me, 
O,  that's  the  drink  for  me 

2  The  stream  that  many  prize  so  high, 

Is  not  the  stream  for  me ; 
For  he  who  drinks  it  still  is  dry, 

For  ever  dry  he'll  be. 
But  there's  a  stream,  so  cool  and  clear, 

The  thirsty  traveller  lingers  near, 
Refreshed  and  glad  is  he ; 
O,  that's  the  stream  for  me. 

O,  that's  the  stream  for  me, 
-  O,  that's  the  stream  for  me. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  69 

3  The  wine-cup  that  so  many  prize, 

Is  not  the  cup  for  me, 
The  aching  head,  the  bloated  face, 

In  its  sad  train  I  see. 
But  there's  a  cup  of  water  pure, 

And  he  who  drinks  it  may  be  sure, 
Of  health  and  length  of  days, 
O,  that's  the  cup  for  me. 
O,  that's  the  cup  for  me, 
O,  that's  the  cup  for  me. 

91  8s.  &  6s. 

Sung  at  the  Odeon,  Boston,  at  the  Juvenile  Celebration 
of  simultaneous  Temperance  Meetings. 

I  "IS'ltT'E'VE  heard  that  round  the  wine-cup's  brim 

A  thousand  pleasures  stray, 
And  that  strong  drink  have  wondrous  power 

To  drive  dull  care  away ; 
But  we  have  seen  the  flashing  light 

Which  from  the  goblet  came, 
Lead,  like  the  meteor,  on  to  tears, 

And  wretchedness,  and  shame. 

2  We've  heard  that  though  'tis  well  enough 

For  men  the  pledge  to  sign, 
Yet  youth  need  never  be  in  haste 

Their  freedom  to  resign  ; 
But  we  are  sure  ill  habits  formed 

In  youth  destroy  the  man  ; 
And  we'll  secure  us  from  the  snare 

Thus  woven,  if  we  can. 

3  The  children  in  Chaldea's  court, 

Who  would  not  drink  the  wine, 
Not  only  fair  in  flesh  were  seen, 
But  wisdom  had,  divine. 


70  JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

Like  them,  we  choose  the  generous  draught, 

God's  cool,  sweet  springs  supply  ; 
And  at  the  last,  those  streams,  of  which 
Who  drink,  shall  never  die  ! 

W.  B.  Tappan. 

92  8s.   &  6s. 

1  TTNITED  in  a  peaceful  band 

U    To  drive  intemperance  from  our  land, 

We're  joined  in  heart,  and  join'd  in  hand — 

The  cold  water  army. 

2  We'll  raise  our  happy  voices  high 
In  loudest  accents  to  the  sky  ; 

While  heaven  and  earth  shall  then  reply — 
The  cold  water  army. 

3  We'll  make  the  woods  and  valleys  ring 
With  loudest  echoes  while  we  sing, 
W^hile  all  around  re-echoes  bring, 

The  cold  water  army. 

4  O  Lord,  let  now  a  copious  shower, 
Of  grace  descending  on  us  pour, 
Nor  let  one  blightning  prospect  lower 

The  cold  water  army. 

5  O  may  we  meet  around  thy  throne, 

To  praise  Thee  there,  in  strains  unknown, 
And  flowers  of  love  and  peace  be  strewn, 

The  cold  water  army. 

93  S.  M. 

EPITAPH  ON  A  JUVENILE  MEMBER. 

1  TJE  was  a  virtuous  youth, 

_M_-B_  Oh  yes  ! — and  lov'd  his  God : 
Along  the  sober  path  of  truth 
•  His  little  feet  they  trod. 


JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  71 

2  To  'scape  th'  intemp'rate  way, 

A  total ler  was  he ; 
And  deeply  sighed  for  the  day, 
When  drunkards  should  be  free. 

3  Then,  youthful  friends,  O  come  ! 

And  silently  draw  near, 
And  o'er  his  little  lonely  tomb, 
Pray  shed  a  sacred  tear. 

4  Then  follow  on  his  rout, 

Drink  not  the  drunkard's  drink  ; 
And  let  your  daily  constant  shout 
Be  "  drunkenness  shall  sink." 

94  C.  M. 

A  YOUNG  TE-TOTALLER'S  MORNING 
HYMN. 

1  BAE  with  me  Lord  throughout  this  day, 
JLfc  Thy  bounty  let  me  share  ; 

And  give  me  grace,  that  now  I  may, 
Pour  out  my  soul  in  prayer. 

2  Do  thou  support  my  temperance  vow, 

Preserve  my  soul  from  sin ; 
And  grant  me  grace  to  serve  thee  now, 

And  endless  life  to  win. 
, 

3  Do  thou  assist  me  when  I  try 

The  drunkard  to  reclaim, 
That  so  he  may,  O  thou  Most  High! 
For  ever  bless  thy  name. 

4  Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  my  tower, 

Be  thou  my  Saviour  nigh ; 
And  keep  me  from  the  tempter's  power, 
With  thy  all-seeing  eye. 


72  JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE    HYMNS. 

95  L.  M. 

NEW  YEAR'S  HYMN. 

1  A   NOTHER  year  has  run  its  round, 
/^    In  Freedom's  Hall  again  we're  found  ; 

All  our  dear  friends  that  here  we  see, 
We  greet  with  song  and  jubilee. 

2  We  here  are  met — a  youthful  band ; 
We're  pledg'd  in  heart,  we're  join'd  in  hand  ; 
With  hopes  elate,  and  minds  as  free, 

From  ev'ry  path  of  vice  we  flee. 

3  We  seek  for  morals  just  and  pure 
That  will  our  future  good  ensure  ; 
For  virtue,  temperance,  and  truth, 
To  guard  us  from  the  sins  of  youth. 

4  We  look  to  God  to  keep  and  aid 
The  resolutions  we  have  made, 

To  strengthen  ev'ry  youthful  heart, 
And  unto  all  his  grace  impart. 

96  H.  M. 

For  the  Juvenile  Temperance  Jubilee. 

1  ^^HEERILY,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain ; 
\^  Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again, 

Here  we  stand, 

On  this  cheerful  temperance  day, 
Gracious  God  to  thee  we  pray, 
Let  our  cause,  so  righteous,  sway 

Every  heart  in  the  land. 

2  Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain ; 
Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again ; 

We  are  here, 

We  who  love  the  temperance  cause, 
We  who  wish  for  righteous  laws, 
We  cold  water  girls  and  boys, 

We  are  here — we  are  hers. 


JUVENILE   TEMPERANCE    HYMNS.  73 

3  Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain  ; 
Happily,  happily,  now  we  meet  again ; 

Here  we  raise 

Songs  of  praise  to  God,  who  sends 
Blessings  on  our  temperance  friends. 
On  HIM  all  our  hope  depends, 

For  success  in  this  cause. 

97  5s.  &  7s. 

1  JT    ET  him  who  may  think 
JLj  It  is  well  to  drink 

A  health,  in  wine,  to  his  friend, 

Reflect  on  the  way 

He's  taking  that  day, 
And  look  to  his  coming  end. 

2  The  path  from  right 
Is  not  all  bright, 

.  But  a  downward  thorny  road ; 
And  the  flashing  wine, 
Though  it  seem  divine, 
Will  lead  to  the  drunkard's  abode. 

3  The  joys  of  health, 
And  home,  and  wealth, 

Will  pass  like  the  flying  thought ; 

And  the  groggery's  cell, 

That  earthly  hell, 
Will  be  his  last  resort. 

98  8s.    &  7s. 

TO  BE  SUNG  AT  THE  CONCLUSION  OF 
MEETINGS. 

1  TJ|E  AVENLY  Father  !  give  thy  blessing, 
JEM.  While  we  now  this  meeting  end  ; 
On  our  minds  each  truth  impressing, 
That  may  to  thy  glory  tend. 

7 


74  JUVENILE    TEMPERANCE   HYMNio 

2  Save  from  all  intoxication, 

From  its  fountain  may  we  flee, 
When  assail'd  by  strong  temptation 
Put  our  trust  alone  in  thee. 

99  8s.  7s.  &  4s. 

1  7W"OW,  O  Lord,  in  peace  dismiss  us, 
JL  il    May  we  all  rejoicing  go  ; 
With  thy  favour  richly  bless  us, 

Whilst  we  sojourn  here  below, 
And  conduct  us 
Through  this  world  of  sin  and  w© 

2  Never  in  our  zeal  abating, 

May  we  ever  onward  press  ; 
Ways  of  vile  intemperance  hating, 

'Till  we've  cross'd  this  wilderness, 
Then  receive  us 
To  a  world  of  endless  bliss* 

3  May  we  all  by  truth  united, 

Rally  round  the  temp'rance  cause ; 
Until  every  soul  benighted, 
Shall  obey  the  Saviour's  Jaws, 
And  delighted 
Ever  bear  his  hallo w'd  cross, 

J  Burns* 

100  L.  M. 

DOXOLOGY. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 


TEMPERANCE  MINSTREL. 

ODES    AND    SONGS  FOR  MEETINGS    AND 
FESTIVALS. 


I  NATIONAL  ODE. 

LAND  OF  COLUMBIA. 

LAND  of  Columbia  !  awake  from  thy  slumbers, 
Awake  for  thy  foe  is  oppressing  thee  sore ; 
Down  the  dark  stream  of  intemp'rance  what  numbers, 

Are  urging1  their  way  to  eternity's  shore  ! 
Land  of  Columbia  !  awake  from  thy  slumbers, 
Awake,  e'er  thou  fall  to  recover  no  more. 

Land  of  Columbia  !  thy  sons  are  enslaved, 
A  tyrant  infernal  has  bound  thorn  in  chains  ; 

Arise  in  thy  might,  let  thy  children  be  saved, 

Expel  the  dread  foe  from  thy  mountains  and  plains. 

Land  of  Columbia!  thy  sons  are  enslaved, 

Awake,  e'er  they  sink  where  despair  ever  reigns. 

Land  of  Columbia !  the  morning  hath  gleamed, 
The  day-star  of  temp'rance  ascendeth  the  skies  ; 

Awake  to  the  light  that  from  heaven  hath  beamed, 
No  more  let  the  darkness  o'ershadow  thine  eyes. 

Land  of  Columbia  !  the  morning  hath  gleamed, 

Now,  hail  its  bright  rays  with  soul-cheering  cries. 

Land  of  Columbia !  awakf  to  thy  glory  ! 

And  let  thy  blest  influence  be  felt  the  world  o'er  ! 
Awake,  till  intemp'rance  be  known  but  in  story, 

Awake,  till  its  woes  shall  oppress  thee  no  more ! 
Land  of  Columbia  !  awake  to  thy  glory  ! 
AWAKE  ! !  and  the  foe  SHALL  OPPRESS  THEE  NO  MORB. 


76  ODES  AND  SONGS. 

2  SONG. 

THROUGHOUT  COLUMBIA'S  BORDERS. 

THROUGHOUT  Columbia's  borders, 
There  rings  a  song  of  gladness  : 
Without  control,  its  numbers  roll, 

Dispelling  gloom  and  sadness. 
'Tis  the  sweet  song  of  temp'rance, 

O'er  hill  and  vale  it  boundeth ; 
Throughout  the  land,  on  every  hand, 
The  joyful  news  resoundeth. 

As  on  the  wings  of  morning, 

The  cheering  anthem  flyeth, 
Its  notes  are  sung  by  many  a  tongue, 

The  concert  never  dieth  ; 
But  temp'rance,  temp'rance,  temp'rance, 

O'er  every  hill-top  boundeth ; 
On  land  and  main,  the  glorious  strain 

Unceasingly  resoundeth. 

Far  o'er  Atlantic's  billows, 

The  rapt'rous  theme  is  ringing ; 
In  cheerful  songs,  ten  thousand  tongues, 

Its  glorious  strains  are  singing : 
While  Erin's  verdant  island, 

With  swelling  acclamation ; 
In  concert  loud,  ascribes  to  God 

Her  great  regeneration  ! 

Soon  shall  the  cruel  tyrant, 

From  his  high  throne  be  driven  ; 
Each  galling  chain  be  broke  in  twain, 

And  every  link  be  riven  : 
Then  temp'rance,  peace,  and  virtue, 

Shall  reign  o'er  earth  victorious  ; 
Our  flag  unfurled,  throughout  the  world, 

Shall  wave  in  triumph  glorious !  G. 


ODES   AND   SONaS.  77 

3  SONG. 

THE  INVOCATION. 

Ant,.— Gentle  Zetella. 

TEMPRANCE,  mild  blessing  !  goddess  serene, 
Virtue's  fair  daughter,  water's  bright  queen, 
Nurse  of  soft  slumbers, 

Guardian  of  youth, 
Friend  to  sweet  numbers, 

Teacher  of  truth, 

List  while  we  sing  softly  into  thine  ear ; 
Oh  !  keep  us  united ;  oh  !  make  us  sincere. 

Lend,  gentle  goddess,  oh !  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
It  is  of  ourselves,  of  ourselves  we'er  afraid  ; 
Make  us  love  water, 

Thou  saver  of  gains ; 
Make  us  love  water, 

Thou  cooler  of  brains. 

The  wish  for  perfection  our  bosom  inspires ; 
Oh  !  make  us  whatever  thy  service  requires. 


F1 


4  SONG. 

FRIENDS  OF  MAN  AND  FOES  TO  MADNESS. 
1RIENDS  of  man  and  foes  to  madness, 

Let  your  voices  loudly  sound, 
Speak  !  behold  a  nations  sadness : 
See  you  not  the  foe  around  ? 

Lift  on  high  the  temp'rance  banner, 
Freemen  !  freemen  !  to  your  post ; 

Hear  the  victims  how  they  stammer ! 
Hasten — save  them,  or  they're  lost  ? 

Father,  rouse  thee  !  see  yon  treasure  ; 

Yonder  thoughtless,  yielding  one, 
Seeks  the  goblet  for  his  pleasure, 

Madly  quaffs,  and  is  undone. 


78  ODES    AND    SONGS. 

Sister  !  snatch  thy  wretched  brother 
From  the  spoiler's  cruel  grasp  ; 

Ere  another  year — another 
Victim  to  their  arms  they  clasp  ! 

"Wife  ! — with  heart  almost  to  breaking, 

Hast  thou  not  a  word  to  say  ? 
Can'st  thou  thus  be  slumber  taking, 

While  thy  husband  is  their  prey  ? 

Patriots,  Christians,  friends  of  freedom  ! 

Waken  now — can  naught  be  done  ? 
Naught  to  break  this  cruel  thraldom  ? 
Falter  not !  we  are  undone  ! 

Hatfield. 


I  NATIONAL  ODE. 

COME,  SONS  OF  COLUMBIA. 

COME,  sons  of  Columbia,  while  proudly  and  high, 
Every  bosom  with  freedom  and  glory  is  swelling, 
While  our  Eagle's  bright  eyrie's  still  built  in  the  sky, 

And  tyranny's  death-song  is  heard  in  each  dwelling, 
Come,  the  bright  chalice  drain — and  again  and  again, 
Let  our  pledge,  and  our  toast,  in  a  far  sounding  strain, 
Be  water — pure  water,  bright  sparkling  with  glee, 
That  flows,  like  our  life's  blood,  unfettered  and  free. 

Oh  !  the  wine-cup  may  sparkle  in  ruby  drops  bright, 
And  o'er  its  glad  brim,  in  gay  phalanx  advancing, 
Fair  gossamer  spirits,  in  rain-bow  like  light, 

May  to  Bacchanal  music  be  gracefully  dancing  : 
While  they  dazzle  our  eyes  with  the  hues  of  the  skies, 
Soft  and  silvery  tones  on  the  breeze  seem  to  rise, 
'Tis  the  gush  of  pure  water,  bright  sparkling  with  glee, 
That  flows,  like  our  life's  blood,  unfettered  and  free. 

Oh  !  then  hail  to  thee,  water — the  Bacchanal's  toast 
May  be  drank  in  red  wine,  that  in  ruddy  light  flashes 

But  Columbia's  freemen  still  proudly  shall  boast, 
Of  theYree  gift  of  God,  that  o'er  hill  and  vale  dashes : 


ODES   AND   SONGS.  79 

The  diamonds  bright  ray  seems  for  ever  at  play 
On  the  full  glancing  cup — and  the  soul-breathing  lay, 
Shall  be  praise  of  pure  watertight  sparkling  with  glee 
The  gift  of  our  GOD — and  the  drink  of  the  free. 

Mias  C.  H.  Waterman 


5  SONG. 

THE  RESCUE. 

AIR.- — Oh  sing  !  sweet  bird. 

ON  temp'rance,  on  !  speed  on,  blest  power ; 
To  thy  mild  rule  no  transient  boon  we  owe  : 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed ;  each  passing  hour 
Mourns  some  foul  outrage  of  thy  fiery  foe .' 
On  to  the  rescue  ! 
To  his  victims  prove 
Deliverance  safe — if  slow. 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed  !  O  speed,  speed,  temperance 

speed,  O  speed ! 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed, 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed, 
Speed  on,  blest  power  ! 

Put  strength  into  thy  wings,  and  fly 
O'er  earth  ;  and  bid  man  know  himself,  and  shun, 

The  ruling  vice — so  live,  so  die, 
As  man  should  live  and  die.     Thine  object's  won 
When  man  himself  respects  ; 
And  thy  reward, 
Good  deeds  that  thou  hast  done. 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed !  O  speed,  speed,  temperance 

speed !  O  speed  ! 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed, 
Speed,  temp'rance,  speed, 
Oh  !  speed,  blest  power  ! 


80  ODES   AND   SONGS. 

7  SONG. 

THE  BUCKET  WHICH  HUNG  ON  THE  WELL. 

HOW  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  days  of  my  child- 
hood, 

When  fond  recollection  presents  to  my  view 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep-tangled  wild  wood, 
And  ev'ry  lov'd  spot  which  my  infancy  knew  ;     [it ; 
The  wide  spreading  pond,andthe  mill  which  stood  near 
The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell ; 
The  cot  of  my  father,  the  dairy-house  nigh  it, 
And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  on  the  well — 

The  old  oaken  bucket, 

The  iron  bound  bucket, 
The  moss  covered  bucket  that  hung  on  the  well. 

That  moss  covered  bucket  I  hail  as  a  treasure ; 
For  often  at  noon,  when  return'd  from  the  field, 
I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure, 
The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  could  yield. 
How  ardent  I  seized,  with  hands  that  were  glowing, 
And  quick  to  the  white  pebbled  bottom  it  fell ; 
Then  soon,  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowing, 
And  dripping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from  the  well. 

The  old  oaken  bucket, 

The  iron  bound  bucket, 
The  moss  covered  bucket  arose  from  the  well. 

How  sweet  from  the  green  mossy  rim  to  receive  it, 

As  pois'd  on  the  curb  it  inclined  to  my  lips ; 

Not  a  full  flowing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it, 

Tho'  fill'd  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips. 

And  now,  far  removed  from  that  situation, 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell, 

As  fancy  reverts  to  my  father's  plantation, 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  which  hung  on  the  well 

The  old  oaken  bucket, 

The  iron  bound  bucket, 
The  moss  covered  bucket  that  hung  on  the  well. 

Woodworth, 


ODES  AND   SONGS.  81 

8       THE  SONG  OF  THE  RIVER. 

I  SPRING  from  the  rock,  from  the  mountain  side, 
Sparkling  pure  and  bright ; 
And  I  gather  strength,  as  I  rapidly  glide 
From  my  birth-place  into  light. 

Richness  I  bear  to  land  and  tree, 

Beauty  to  hill  and  dale ; 
Beast  and  bird  delight  in  me, 

Drink  and  are  strong  and  hale. 

Fresh  are  the  flowers  that  deck  my  banks, 

The  sod  is  greenest  there  : 
And  the  warbling  wing'd  one's  sing  their  thanks, 

As  they  drink  of  me  ev'ry  where. 

The  traveller  on  burning  sands, 

The  wanderer  on  the  sea, 
Gasping  for  water,  clasp  their  hands, 

And  wildly  pray  for  me. 
I  am  the  only  drink  was  given 

To  man,  when  pure  and  free ; 
Return  then  to  the  streams  of  heaven, 

You're  safe  when  you  drink  of  me. 


9  SONG. 

ROGER  WILLIAMS'  SPRING. 


sing  the  praise  of  rosy  wine, 
KJ  Its  sparkling  color  bright  ; 
But  in  such  songs  with  them  to  join 

We  cannot  take  delight. 
We  have  a  rich  and  noble  theme, 

Fit  for  a  prince  and  king  — 
'Tis  water,  pure,  and  fresh,  and  good, 

From  Roger  Williams'  spring. 


ODES    AND    SONGS. 

This  will  give  health,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

Refreshing  every  power ; 
We  want  no  better  drink  than  this 

In  trials  darkest  hour. 
To  cheer  the  heart  and  quench  the  thirst 

It  is  the  very  thing  ; 
Then  give  us  water  pure  and  good, 

From  Roger  Williams'  spring. 

Our  sires  drank  from  this  living  spring 

Two  hundred  years  ago  ; 
And  from  this  fountain  water  clear 

Continues  still  to  flow. 
Then  we,  on  this  our  festal  day, 

Will  of  its  virtues  sing, 
And  drink  this  water,  pure  and  good, 

From  Roger  Williams'  spring. 


9  SONG. 

FAREWELL  TO  THE  CUP. 

FAREWELL  to  the  cup— we  have  tarried  too  long, 
Where  the  juice  of  the  grape  adds  its  witch'ry  to 

song, 

And  the  thoughts  that  flow'd  freely  are  sombre  and  dull, 
And  our  brains  become  heavy — farewell  to  the  bowl. 

No  longer  the  eye  beams  with  intellect's  fires, 
No  longer  the  tongue  fancy's  power  inspires  ; 
But  flushed  is  the  brow  and  degraded  the  soul, 
And  our  minds  have  departed — farewell  to  the  bowl. 

Oh,  tarry  no  longer  where  joy  flies  away, 
And  the  heart  and  the  soul  lose  their  richest  array, 
Where  eye  mocketh  eye,  as  unmeaning  they  roll, 
And  the  tongue  whispers  folly — farewell  to  the  bowl. 


ODES    AND    SONGfS.  83 

Oh,  think  if  the  maiden  who  smiles  in  thine  eyes, 
Once  saw  thy  proud  mind  in  this  shameful  disguise ; 
How  her  heart  would  reject  thee,  how  sadly  her  soul 
Would  pity  and  leave  thee — oh,  flee  from  the  bowl. 

Oh  think,  ere  the  moment  of  thinking  is  past, 
And  the  chains  of  the  mighty  upon  thee  are  cast ! 
Return — ere  the  iron  shall  enter  thy  soul, 
And  thy  whole  life  beside  be — a  curse  on  the  bowl. 

Alfred  L.  Smith, 


1O  SONG. 

THE  BUBBLING  SPRING. 

IF  one  bright  spot  there  is  on  earth, 
More  lovely  than  the  rest, 
One,  which  fond  nature  at  her  birtn, 

With  purest  beauty  blest ; 
It  is  the  place  where  some  cool  fount 

Its  crystal  waters  fling ; 
Where,  in  the  mead,  or  on  the  mount, 
'Mid  rocks  and  flowers,  that  hide  the  fount. 
Gushes  the  bubbling  spring, 

Tell  me  not  of  the  sparkling  bowl, 

That  glows  with  red'ning  fire ; 
Oh  tell  not  of  the  joy  of  soul, 

The  wine-cup  can  inspire 
A  brighter  glass — a  purer  joy — 

A  healthier  draught  I  sing ; 
Nature's  own  cup  without  alloy — 
Pleasure  that  reason  can  enjoy — 

Health  from  the  bubbling  spring. 

Then  fill  the  glass  with  water  bright — 

The  nectar  nature  gave ; 
Let  faithful  hearts  round  this  unite, 

A  bleeding  world  to  save : 


84  ODES   AND    SONGS. 

For  naught  can  soothe  the  woful  wound, 

And  heal  the  viper's  sting — 
Nay  naught  these  fires  of  death  can  drown, 
But  pure  and  healthful  water,  found 
.  Fresh  in  the  bubbling  spring. 

D.  C.  York. 


1 1  SONG. 

I'VE  THROWN  THE  BOWL  ASIDE. 

rVE  thrown  the  bowl  aside, 
For  me  no  more  shall  flow 
Its  ruddy  stream  or  sparkling  tide, 

How  bright  soe'er  it  glow  ; 
I've  seen  extending  wide 
Its  devastating  sway, 
Seen  reason  yield  its  power  to  guide, — 
I've  cast  the  bowl  away  ! 


My  days  of  revelry 
O  gladly  I  give  up ; 


They're  but  the  masks  of  misery, 
Which  still  lurk  in  the  cup ; 

While  indolence  and  want 
And  poverty  display 

Themselves  in  every  drunkard's  haunt,  - 
I've  cast  the  bowl  away ! 

A  drunkard's  gloomy  grave 
Shall  ne'er  be  made  for  me  ; 

O  rather  let  the  rushing  wave 
Engulf  me  in  the  sea ! 

And  may  it  be  my  lot 

To  die  'neath  reason's  ray  ! 

Remember'd  by  my  friends  or  not, — 

.  I've  cast  the  bowl  away ! 


ODES   AND   SONGS.  85 

My  path  henceforth  is  plain, 

In  honesty  to  live — 
To  shun  intemperance  and  its  train, 

By  industry  to  thrive  ; 
No  duty  to  forget, 

And  live  to  bless  the  day 
When  I  was  led  without  regret, 

To  cast  the  bowl  away ! 

Ames. 


12  ODE. 

WATER !— OH!  WATER  FOR  ME. 

OH  !  water  for  me — bright  water  for  me  ! 
A»d  wine  for  the  tremulous  debauchee  I 
It  cooletli  the  brow,  it  cooleth  the  brain, 
It  maketh  the  faint  one  strong  again  ; 
It  come/i  o'er  the  sense  like  a  breeze  from  the  sea : 
All  freshness,  like  infant  purity. 
Oh  water,'  bright  water,  for  me,  for  me ! 
Give  wine,  give  wine  to  the  debauchee  ! 

Fill  to  the  brim  !  fill,  fill  to  the  brim  ! 
Let  the  flowing  crystal  kiss  the  rim  : 
For  my  hand  is  steady,  my  eye  is  true, 
For  I,  like  the  flowers,  drink  naught  but  dew. 
Oh !  water,  bright  water's  a  mine  of  wealth, 
And  the  ores  it  yieldeth  are  vigour  and  health. 
So  water,  pure  water  for  me,  for  me ! 
And  wine  for  the  tremulous  debauchee ! 

Fill  again  to  the  brim — again  to  the  brim  ! 
For  water  strengthens  life  and  limb  : 
To  the  days  of  the  aged  it  addeth  length, 
To  the  might  of  the  strong  it  addeth  strength  j 
It  freshens  the  heart  it  brightens  the  sight — 
'Tis  like  quaffing  a  goblet  of  morning  light. 
So  water,  I'll  drink  naught  but  thee, 
Thou  parent  of  health  and  energy  ! 
8 


86  ODES    AND   SONGS. 

When  o'er  the  hills,  like  a  gladsome  bride, 

Morning  walks  forth  in  her  beauty's  pride, 

And  leading  a  band  of  laughing  hours, 

Brushes  the  dew  from  the  nodding  flowers, 

Oh  !  cheerily  then  my  voice  is  heard, 

Mingling  with  that  of  the  soaring  bird, 

Who  flingeth  abroad  his  matins  loud, 

As  he  freshens  his  wing  in  the  cold  grey  cloud. 

But  when  evening  has  quitted  her  sheltering  yew, 

Drowsily  flying,  and  weaving  anew, 

Her  dusky  meshes  o'er  land  and  sea, 

How  gently,  oh  !  Sleep,  fall  thy  poppies  on  me ! 

For  I  drink  water,  pure,  cold  and  bright, 

And  my  dreams  are  of  heaven  the  live  long  night. 

So,  hurrah  for  thee,  water,  hurrah,  hurrah! 

Thou  art  silver  and  gold,  thou  art  ribbon  and  star, 

Hurrah  for  bright  water !  hurrah  !  hurrah  ! 

E.  Johnson. 


13  SONG. 

BELSHAZZAR  IS  KING. 

BELSHAZZAR  is  King,  Belshazzar  is  Lord  ; 
A  thousand  dark  nobles  all  bend  at  his  board  ; 
Fruits  glisten,  flowers  blossom,  meats  steam,  and  a  flood 
Of  the  vine  that  man  loveth  runs  redder  tlfan  blood. 
Gay  dances  are  there,  and  a  riot  of  mirth, 
And  the  beauty  that  maddens  the  passions  of  earth  ; 
And  the  crowd  all  shout,  'till  the  vast  roof  rings, 
All  praise  to  Belshazzar,  Belshazzar  the  King. 
Bring  forth,  cries  the  monarch,  the  vessels  of  gold, 
Which  my  father  tore  down  from  the  temple  of  old  ; 
Bring  forth,  and  we'll  drink,  while  the  trumpet  is  blown, 
To  gods  of  bright  silver,  of  gold  and  of  stone  : 
Bring  forth — and  before  him  the  vessels  all  shine, 
And  he  bows  unto  Baal  and  drinks  the  dank  wine  : 
While  the  trumpet's  bray  arid  the  cymbals  ring, 
Praise  to  Bdshazzar,  Belshazzar  the  King. 


ODES   AND    SONGS.  87 

Now  what  cometh  ?  look !  look  !  without  menace  or  call, 
Who  writes  with  his  lightning's  bright  hand  on  the  wall? 
What  pierceth  the  king,  like  the  point  of  a  dart  ? 
What  drives  the  cold  blood  from  his  cheek  to  his  heart  ? 
Chaldeans,  Magicians,  the  letters  expound, 
They  are  read,  and  Belshazzar  is  dead  on  the  ground ; 
Hark  !  the  Persians  come  on  a  conqueror's  wing, 
And  a  Mede's  on  the  throne  of  Belshazzar  the  King. 


•A* 


14  SONG. 

AND  ARE  YE  SURE  THE  NEWS  IS   TRUE. 

TUNE. — «*  There's  nae  luck  about  the  house" 
ND  are  ye  sure  the  news  is  true, 

And  are  ye  sure  he's  sign'd  ? 
1  can't  believe  the  joyful  tale, 
And  leave  my  fears  behind. 
If  John  has  sign'd  and  drinks  no  more, 

The  happiest  wife  am  I 
That  ever  swept  a  cottage  hearth, 
Or  sung  a  lullaby  ! 

For  there's  nae  luck  about  the  house, 

There's  nae  luck  at  a' 
And  ganes  the  comfort  o'  the  house, 

Since  he  to  drink  did  fa' ! 
Whose  eye  so  kind,  whose  hand  so  strong, 

Whose  love  so  true  will  shine, 
If  he  have  bent  his  heart  and  hand 

The  total  pledge  to  sign. 
But  what  puts  breaking  in  my  head  ? 

I  trust  he'll  taste  no  more  ; 
Be  still,  be  still,  my  beating  heart, 
Hark !  hark !  he's  at  the  door ! 

For  there's  nae  luck  about  the  house, 

There's  been  nae  luck  at  a', 
And  ganes  the  comfort  o*  the  house, 
Since  he  to  drink  did  fa7 ! 


ODES  AND  SONGS. 

And  blessings  on  the  helping  hands 

That  send  him  back  to  me, 
Haste,  haste,  ye  little  ones,  and  run, 

Your  father's  face  to  see. 
And  are  you  sure,  my  John,  you've  sign'd  ? 

And  are  you  sure  'tis  past  ? 
Then  mine's  the  happiest,  brightest  home 
On  tern p'rance  shores  at  last ! 

There's  been  nae  luck  about  the  house, 

But  now  'tis  comfort  a' ! 
And  heaven  preserve  my  ain  gudeman, 
That  he  may  never  fa' !" 


SONG. 

THE  STREAMLET'S  MUSIC. 

CRYSTAL  Streamlet !  gently  flowing, 
O'er  the  pebble-cover'd  bed  ; 
Where  the  water  lily  growing, 

Rears  it  bloom  adorned  head. 
Lightly  dance  thy  waters  on, 

Glistening  in  the  sunny  beam  ; 
Murmuring  a  pleasing  song ; 

Sweet  thy  music,  gentle  stream. 
It  tells  of  joy,  and  peace  serene, 

Happy  homes  and  smiling  faces ; 
And  all  the  fair  domestic  scene, 

Haunt  of  gentlest  loves  and  graces. 
It  tells  of  reason,  lucid,  free, 

Passion,  noble,  pure,  rofin'd, 
In  bonds  of  social  harmony 

Interweaving  all  mankind. 
And  then  it  plays  a  higher  part, 

And  tells  of  Him  who  bid  theo  flow  ; 
Who^  form'd  the  flowers,  with  curious  art, 

That  on  thy  grassy  margin  grow. 


ODES    AND    SONGS. 


Then  crystal  stream !  I'll  blythly  roam, 
Companion  of  thy  thoughtful  nymph; 

On  thy  green  bank  I'll  build  my  home, 
And  quaff  thy  pure  and  sparkling  lymph. 


16  SONG. 

BE  DAYS  OF  DRINKING  WINE  FORGOT. 

Am. — «*  Auld  Lang  Syne. 
days  of  drinking  wine  forgot ; 


B1 


Let  water  goblets  shine ; 
And  from  your  memory  ever  blot 

The  days  of  drinking  wine  : 
Those  days  of  drinking  wine,  my  friend, 

Those  days  of  drinking  wine  ; 
A  temperance  hour  is  worth  a  power 

Of  days  of  drinking  wine  ! 

We  twa  have  quafPd  to  days  long  past 

Bright  juices  of  the  vine  ; 
But  let  us  from  our  memories  cast 

Those  customs  of  "  lang  syne  :" 
Bad  customs  of  "  lang  syne,"  my  friend, 

Bad  customs  of  "  lang  syne  ; 
Our  temperance  age  must  blot  the  page 

Of  customs  of  "  lang  syne." 

We  twa  can  meet  as  friends  should  meet ; 

We  twa  together  dine  ; 
Our  bev'rage  quaff  from  fountains  sweet, 

And  ne'er  regret  the  wine. 
At  temperance's  shrine,  my  friend,  my  friend, 

We're  pledged  at  her  fair  shrine  ; 
And  hold  her  cause  above  the  laws 

And  customs  of  "  lang  syne." 


90  ODES    AND    SONGS. 

17  ODE  FOR  THE  FOURTH  OF  JULY. 

WHO  ARE  THE  BRAVE? 

WHO  are  the  brave,  if  they  were  not — 
The  mighty  men  of  Bunker-hill  ? 
Our  sires  ! — who'd  shrink,  if  they  did  not, 

Their  country's  glory  to  fulfil  ? 
Who  are  the  free,  if  we  are  not, 

Their  sons  ! — O  God  !  of  all  thy  earth 
Seest  thou  this  day  one  blessed  spot 

As  free  as  that  which  gave  us  birth  ? 
Who  are  the  brave,  if  they  were  not — 

The  men  who  woke  the  strife  again  ? 
And  wiped  away  the  drunkard's  blot, 

And  dashed  to  earth  his  cruel  chain  ! 
Who  are  the  free,  if  we  are  not, 

Who  will  no  longer  garlands  twine 
Around  the  cup,  nor  cast  our  lot 

With  those  that  tarry  at  the  wine  ! 
Rejoice  !  rejoice  !  and  who  will  not — 

In  all  that  heaven  has  done  for  man  I 
If  slaves  of  drink  refuse,  yet  what 

Prevents  the  free,  who  truly  can  ? 
For  what  to  us  is  habit's  power, 

And  what  the  sparkling  tempter's  bite  ? 
Who's  here,  who  triumphs  not  this  hour, 

In  temperance  and  in  freedom's  might  ? 

W.  B,  Tappan. 

18  ODE  FOR  THE  FOURTH  OF  JULY. 
OUR  COUNTRY'S  BANNERS  PLAY. 

Jp^UR  country's  banners  play, 
\J  On  this  her  natal  day 

With  every  breeze ; 
Her  happy  millions  throng, 
With  joy,  and  feast  and  song, 
And  gladness  wakes  along 

Her  farthest  seas : 


ODES    AND    SONGS.  91 

But  list,  that  wo-waked  note ! 
Its  echoes  onward  float, 

Like  tempest's  sound : 
Of  death — despair  it  tells ! 
It  nearer,  deeper  swells, 
As  'twere  some  demon's  yells, 

In  darkness  bound. 

On  to  the  battle  field  ! 

Grasp  virtue's  sword  and  shield  ; 

Contend  like  men ; 
Quail  not  when  demons  shriek  : 
Let  terror  blanch  no  cheek  ! 
Bid  freedom's  watchword  speak 

From  mount  and  glen  ! 

Here  at  her  altar  swear 
Your  country's  ark  to  tear 

From  despot's  hand : 
Midst  drunkard  hosts  be  brave — 
Your  holy  birthright  save  ! 
Roll  back  that  hellish  wave 

Which  sweeps  the  land  J 


19  SONG. 

LIFT  NOT  THE  WINE-CUP. 

Look  tttA  thou  upon  the  wine  when  it  is  red. — PROVERBS. 

O!  soft  sleep  the  hills  in  their  sunny  repose, 
In  the  lands  of  the  south  where  the  vine  gaily  grows; 
And  blithesome  the  hearts  of  the  vintagers  be, 
In  the  g*ape  purple  vales,  in  the  Isles  of  the  sea  : 

And  fair  is  the  wine  when  its  splendor  is  poured 
'Mid  silver  and  gold  round  the  festival  board, 

When  the  magic  of  music  awakes  in  its  power, 
And  wit  gilds  the  fast  falling  sands  of  the  hour : 


92  ODES    AND   SONGS. 

Yet  lift  not  the  wine-cup,  though  pleasure  may  swim 
'Mid  the  bubbles  that  flash  round  its  roseate  brim ; 

For  dark  in  the  depths  of  the  fountain  below, 
Lurk  the  sirens  that  lure  to  the  vortex  of  wo. 

They  have  led  the  gay  spirit  of  childhood  astray, 
While  it  dreamed  not  of  wiles  on  its  radiant  way  ; 

And  the  soft  cheek  of  beauty  they've  paled  in  its  bloom, 
And  quenched  her  bright  eyes  in  the  damps  of  the 
tornb. 

They  have  torn  the  live  wreath  from  the  brow  of  tho 
brave, 

And  changed  his  proud  heart  to  the  heart  of  a  slave  ; 
And  e'en  the  fair  fame  of  the  good  and  the  just, 

With  the  grey  hairs  of  age,  they  have  trod  to  the  dust. 

Then  lift  not  the  wine-cup,  though  pleasure  may  swim 
Like  an  angel  of  light  round  its  roseate  brim  : 

For  dark  in  the  depths  of  the  fountain  below, 
Lurk  the  sirens  that  lure  to  the  vortex  of  wo. 


2O        SONG  FOR  NEW  YEAR. 

SONS  OF  FREEDOM,  ALL  REJOICE ! 

HAIL  !  The  New  Year  Jubilee, 
Hail !  Our  nation  still  is  free  1 
Raise  we  all  our  cheerful  voice, 
And  in  thankful  songs  rejoice  ; 
Join  we  then  with  sweet  accord, 
Praise  we  now  our  common  Lord. 
May  we  not  our  joys  express  ? 
While  heav'n  deigns  our  land  to  bless, 
Guards  our  rights,  prolongs  our  days, 
God  is  worthy  of  all  praise. 
Let  us  praise ;  for  it  is  meet, 
Pay  our  homage  at  his  feet. 


ODES    AND    SONGS.  93 

Sons  of  freedom,  all  rejoice! 
We  again  lift  up  our  voice, 
Make  the  upper  regions  ring 
With  the  tribute  which  we  bring, 
All  united,  we  agree, 
Hail !  The  New  Year  Jubilee. 

Sing  aloud  !  'tis  heaven's  due, 

Sing  we  in  the  spirit  too. 

Lo !  our  country  still  is  free, 

May  she  thus  for  ever  be  ! 
May  her  youthful  patriots,  we, 
Hail  our  nation's  Jubilee. 

From  our  foes  we  will  not  fly, 
Watch !  for  enemies  are  nigh ; 
Moral  evils  wait  around, 
And  alarming  they  are  found ; 
Rum's  foul  spirit  leads  the  van, 
Him  to  conquer,  on — we  can  ! 

We  our  country's  future  stay, 

Let  us  walk  in  wisdom's  way, 

Early  seek  and  find  the  Lord, 

Live  according  to  his  word. 
Thus  we  gain  a  heav'n  of  love, 
Sing  a  Jubilee  above. 


21  ODE  FOR  THE  FOURTH  OF  JULY. 
ON  THIS  JOYOUS  DAY. 

Am — '« Star  Spangled  Banner." 

ON  this  joyous  day,  while  the  cannon's  loud  voice, 
From  every  green  hill  top,like  thunder  is  breaking; 
And  music's  soft  strains  upon  ocean  and  shore, 
In  each  throbbing  bosom  fresh  ardor  is  waking, 


94  ODES    AND    SONGS. 

There  comes  o'er  the  hills  a  discordant  strain, 
Proclaiming,  oppression  exulteth  again  ; 
It  fills  every  zephyr  ;  is  borne  on  each  gale, 
Bespeaking  the  widow's  and  orphan's  sad  wail. 

'Rouse  freemen,  arouse,  for  action  prepare, 

Rush  forth  to  retrieve  your  fond  homes  from  invasion  ; 

Your  breasts  as  of  yore,  to  the  battle  make  bare  ; 

But  conquer  by  power  of  moral  persuasion, 

With  manly  resolve,  let  each  one  declare, 

The  yoke  of  intemperance,  he  never  will  bear  ; 

Fling  out  the  white  flag,  let  it  float  in  the  gale, 

'Till  temperance,  all  over  our  land  shall  prevail. 

See  parents  unite,  and  children  combine, 
To  wipe  off  the  scourge  that  degrades  our  fair  nation ; 
Their  "  lives,  sacred  honor,  and  fortunes,"  resign, 
To  rescue  their  country  from  base  degradation. 
Devotion's  pure  streams,  incessantly  rise, 
From  woman's  kind  bosom,  to  God  in  the  skies  ; 
To  lead  on  to  conquest,  the  hosts  of  the  free, 
And  save  the  "  asylum,  of  sweet  liberty." 

Our  cause  still  goes  on,  we'll  be  undismayed ; 

The  fountains  of  mis'ry  will  soon  cease  their  flowing. 

While  Heaven  directs  us,  we'll  not  be  afraid, 

For  cold  water  armies  to  millions  are  growing  : 

In  Israel's  God,  we'll  still  put  our  trust, 

And  boldly  march  onward  ;  "  our  cause  it  is  just ;" 

Soon  the  white  flag  of  temperance  "  in  triumph  shall 

wave, 

O'er  the  land  of  the  free,  and  the  home  of  the  brave." 

G.  W.  M. 


ODES   AND    SONGS.  95 

NATIONAL  ODE. 

Written  on  a  couch  of  sickness,  by  J.  S.  BUCKINGHAM. 
HAIL!  DAY  OF  JOY. 

HAIL  !  day  of  joy  !  whose  glad  return 
Hears  a  united  nation's  voice — 
"  In  thoughts  that  breathe,  and  words  that  burn," 

Bid  millions  of  free  hearts  rejoice. 
"  Who  is  the  tyrant  ? — who  the  slave?" 

A  thousand  anxious  voices  cry — 
Alas  !  the  tenants  of  the  grave, 

Could  they  but  rise,  might  best  reply. 
The  tyrant  is — DESTROYING  DRINK — 

Who  chains  his  slaves  in  links  of  fire  ; 
The  slave  is  he  whose  manhood  sinks 

Beneath  his  withering  sceptre  dire. 
This  tyrant  carries  in  his  train 

Each  baleful  passion's  poisonous  breath—- 
Crime,  Misery,  Want,  Despair,  and  Pain, 

Disease,  Insanity,  and  Death. 
Will  they  who  love  their  native  land, 

See  such  a  tyrant's  rule  upborne, 
Nor  stretch  at  once  their  patriot  hand, 

To  hurl  him  from  his  despot  throne  ? 
It  cannot  be! — Man's  nobler  part 

Yearns  for  his  fellow-suffering  man — 
Haste,  then,  each  patriot — Christian  heart, 

The  revolution  is  begun  ! 
O  !  for  a  Washington's  pure  name, 

A  Franklin's  mind — a  Hancock's  zeal, 
A  Henry's  eloquence — whose  flame 

Should  kindle,  in  their  country's  weal. 
Ten  thousand  thousand  glowing  tongues, 

To  form,  to-day,  a  sacred  band, 
In  every  hall  to  bid  their  songs 

Swell  high  for  temperance  through  the  land. 


96  ODES  AND  SONGS. 

23          SONG. 

THE  DRUNKARD'S  GRAVE. 

I  SAW  a  youth  in  his  father's  hall, 
Whose  joy-lit  eye  and  aspect  gay 
Show'd  a  heart  yet  free  from  passion's  thrall — 
Light  as  the  billowy  ocean's  spray : 

Generous,  virtuous,  fair,  and  brave, 
Yet  he  fills  a  drunkard's  grave. 

I  saw  by  the  midnight  taper's  gleam, 

A  tireless  student,  pensive,  pore 
O'er  hist'ry's  page,  or  some  noble  theme, 
That  poets  have  sung  in  classic  lore. 

Yet  the  green  willow  doth  o'er  him  wave : 
Alas  ! — he  sleeps  in  the  drunkard's  grave. 

I  saw  an  old  man,  whose  locks  were  grey, 
Silver'd  by  care  and  the  length  of  years; 
Unmoved  by  these  signs  of  speedy  decay, 
And  by  his  children's  frequent  tears. 

Ah  !  they  may  weep,  but  cannot  save 
That  erring  man  from  a  drunkard's  grave, 

The  young,  the  old,  and  the  brave  are  there, 
The  proud  and  the  humble  together  sleep  ; 
The  father,  caught  by  intemperance'  snare ; 
And  his  son,  who  once  could  o'er  him  weep. 
The  rich — the  poor — the  free — the  slave, 
Go  alike  to  the  drunkard's  grave. 


24  SONG. 

THEY  SAY  THE  GOBLET'S  CROWNED  WITH 
FLOWERS 

THEY  say  the  goblet's  crown'd  with  flowers, 
Arid  round  its  brim  do  brightly  shine, 
Like  gems,  remember'd  joys  and  hours, 
The  treasures  of  immortal  wine. 


ODES   AND   SONGS.  97 

We  know  the  cup  is  wreathed  with  plants, 

More  deadly  than  the  Upas-tree ; 
Its  richest  recollection  haunts, 

The  soul  with  all  that  misery. 

They  say  the  draught  has  potent  spell, 
To  wean  the  thought  from  ills  away ; 

And  raise  the  drooping  one  to  dwell 
Where  dreary  night  is  chang'd  to  day. 

We  deem  the  wretch  may  never  know, 

The  meaning  of  unmix' d  despair, 
Till  tempted  by  his  bitt'rest  foe, 

He  seeks  the  cup  and  finds  it  there. 

Some  vow  in  unextinguished  hate, 

With  Alcohol  no  terms  to  hold ; 
"  From  all  that  can  intoxicate," 

We  write  upon  our  banners  fold. 

For  we,  the  sons  have  marshalled  strong, " 
On  fields,  that  bear  our  father's  name ; 

Their  glorious  dust  gives  back  the  song, 
Once  more  of  freedom  and  of  fame. 


SONG  OF  THE  MECHANICS. 

£1 H  ALL  the  bone  and  muscle  heaven 
^5  Lent  us,  shall  subduing  skill 
To  an  enemy  be  given  ? 

Shall  the  red  wine  triumph  still  ? 
Each  of  us,  around  whose  dwelling, 

Labor's  ample  blessings  flow, 
Feels  his  manly  bosom  swelling 

With  indignant  answer.     No ! 

Raging  drink !  thoul't  not  enslave  us ; 

Sparkling  bowl !  thou  now  art  dim ; 
Angel  temperance  stoops  to  save  us 

From  the  death  within  thy  brim. 
9 


98  ODES   AND   SONGS. 

Save  us.     Yes  though  we  were  spell  bound, 

Fixed  in  very  sight  of  wo, 
Yet  the  PLEDGE  shall  free  the  hell  bound ; 

Will  we  wear  those  shackles  ?     No. 

From  the  floods'  o'erwhelming  power, 

We  unto  this  ark  have  fled ; 
Whence  we  gaze  in  safety's  hour 

On  the  dying  and  the  dead. 
Now,  of  God,  earths  sons  and  daughters, 

As  on  high  he  sets  his  bow, 
Ask  if  shall  return  those  waters  ? 

And  Jehovah  answers.     No  ! 

W.  B.  Tappar. 


26  SONG. 

PREPARE  FOR  THE  BATTLE. 

PREPARE  for  the  battle,  attend  to  the  sound, 
The  call  that  earth's  vallies  and  mountains  resound, 
Where  the  foe  with  his  deeds  of  destruction  are  found, 

Go  ye  forth  to  the  help  of  the  Lord. 
He  will  order  the  battle,  who  calls  from  afar, 
Sons  and  daughters  unskilled  in  the  tactics  of  war, 
But  His  banner  above  them,  His  soldiers  they  are, 
And  safe  in  the  power  of  His  sword. 

Then  sound  the  loud  trumpet  ye  watchmen  in  Zion, 
Till  the  drunkard  whose  chains  far  more  cruel  than  iron 
Shall  flee  from  the  snares  of  the  prey -seeking  lion, 

Who  in  alcohol  has  such  sure  hold. 
Oh  entreat  him  to  come  to  our  happy  retreat, 
"Where  Israel's  shepherd  does  often  times  meet, 
And  stay  with  His  mercy  the  wanderer's  feet, 

Till  fixed  in  His  own  sacred  fold. 


ODES    AND    SONGS.  99 

THE  FIREMAN'S  SONG. 

OH !  is  there  not  now  any  fireman's  song, 
I  think  it  a  pity  they're  neglected  so  long, 
For  wherever,  wherever,  wherever  they  be, 
They're  always  true-hearted,  merry  and  free. 
Ding,  dong,  bang  away, 
Engines  now,  drag  away, 
Off  with  your  hose,  and  play  away. 

When  fire  is  called,  and  the  bells  loud  ring, 
Let  every  one  to  his  engine  spring, 
Let  it  rain,  hail,  snow,  or  blow, 
There's  not  one  among  us  that  will  be  slow. 
Ding,  dong,  bang  away,  &c. 

And  now  to  a  fire  how  nimbly  we  trip, 
And  then  up  a  ladder  how  nimbly  we  skip, 
While  some  at  the  arms  are  working  away, 
Which  causes  the  water  swiftly  to  nlay, 
Dhig,  dong,  bang  away,  &LC. 

To  keep  the  cold  out,  and  prevent  its  striking  in, 
Some  will  drink  brandy  and  some  will  drink  gin, 
With  a  piece  of  bread  and  a  slice  of  ham, 
Cold  water  and  coffee  is  our  best  dram. 
Ding,  dong,  bang  away,  &c. 

Now  here  is  a  health  to  firemen  all, 
May  they  always  be  ready  t'  attend  their  call, 
And  wherever,  wherever,  wherever  they  be, 
At  the  last  great  alarm  may  they  all  ready  be. 

Ding,  dong,  bang  away, 

Engines  now,  drag  away, 
Off  with  your  hose,  and  play  away. 


SAILOR'S 

TEMPERANCE 


SONG. 

THE  TEMPERANCE  SHIP. 
^4  PEED,  speed  the  temperance  ship  ! 
^5  Ye  winds  fill  every  sail, 
Behold  her  on  the  deep, 
Outriding  every  gale, 
The  tempest's  fury  she  outbraves, 
And  hosts  of  deathless  drunkards  saves. 

Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  Ship  ! 

Who  joins  us  in  the  cry  ? 
Mothers  and  children  cease  to  weep, 

Our  ship  is  passing  by, 
We  wish  to  take  you  all  on  board — 
A  freight  of  mercy  to  the  Lord. 

Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  Ship  ! 

For  her  we'll  ever  pray, 
'Tis  Israel's  God  alone  can  keep 

In  safety,  night  and  day ; 
On  him  we'll  evermore  depend 
Who  is  the  contrite  drunkard's  friend. 

Speed,  speed  the  Temperance  Ship.1 

Ye  young  and  aged  shout, 
Behold  her  sailing  o'er  the  deep ! 

With  all  her  streamers  out, 
Bound  for  the  true  te-total  shore — 
Where  streams  of  death  are  drank  no  more. 


SAILOR'S  TEMPERANCE  SONGS.  101 

SONG. 

THE  SEAMAN'S  LAY. 
Am. — Oh  !  no,  we  never  mention  her. 

LIST,  shipmates,  to  a  seamen's  lay : 
Jack  Temperance  and  Jack  Grog 
Are  gallant  sailors  in  their  way, 

As  ever  hove  a  log  : 
But  Grog's  a  lad  of  fits  and  starts  ; 
You'll  find  him  sharp  and  slow  ; 
Now  hot,  now  cold  :  his  spirits  up, 
He's  all  for  dash  and  blow. 

But  if  at  times  he's  ahajp  and  quick, 

'Tis  soon  he'll  flag:  and  Sixes  -,   ,-  .-•«   • 

And  then  so  hot,  he-rj.eac  <e#o  N-j.ekj 

Or  set  the  sea  ,oa  fire  ! 
And  though  you  heai  him  brag  full  o*t 

He  bangs  the  other  hollo'.v,-  •      '  -  •  ." 
I  never  knew  him  go  aloft, 

When  Temperance  would  not  follow. 

But  when  he's  had  the  drop  he  likes — 

He  loves  his  glass  we  know — 
The  squall  comes  on,  the  boatswain  pipes 

All  hands  to  reef  and  stow  : 
'Tis  then  aloft,  and  lying  out, 

To  reef,  or  stow,  or  bend, 
Jack  Temperance  has  the  ready  hand 

To  stay  his  falling  friend. 

Oh  !  Temperance  is  a  seaman  bold 

As  ever  trod  the  deck ; 
And  oft,  when  seas  like  mountain's  roll'd, 

Has  saved  the  ship  from  wreck  : 
And  when  there  rolls  that  mountain-sea, 

All  threatening  to  o'erwhelm,  t 

White  breakers  thundering  on  the  lee, 

Let  Temperance  take  the  helm. 
9* 


102  SAILOR'S  TEMPERANCE  SONGS. 

'Tis  he  can  put  the  ship  about — 

«  Ho .'  breakers  !    Helm's  a-lee  !" 
And  ever  keeps  the  bright  look-out, 

To  luff,  or  steer  her  free. 
Blow  high,  blow  low,  on  him  depend  ; 

Jack  Temperance  is  the  lad, 
The  kindest,  truest,  firmest  friend 

Poor  sailor  ever  had.    . 


3  SONG. 

RULE,  TEMPERANCE,  RULE. 

TEMPERANCE,  with  pinions  widely  spread, 
Flies  through  the  world  at  heaven's  command ; 
AjaCL  blessing^  tjy  aei'4nfluence  shed 

Charter  her  rale  iri  eve"y  land. 

Rule,  temperance,  rule — true  temperance,  rule  the  age, 
And  si.an.ip  an  era  bright  6n  history's  page. 

She  strikes  not  with  the  faulchion's  edge, 

To  free  the  vice-besotted  slave  ; 
She  simply  bears  a  twofold  pledge, 

With  it  to  conquer  and  to  save. 

Rule,  temperance,  rule — true  temperance,  rule  the  age, 
And  stamp  an  era  bright  on  history's  page. 

And  e'en  upon  the  raging  main, 

When  shattered  barks  are  tempest-tost, 
That  magic  pledge  shall  hold  its  reign, 

And  bind  the  seaman  to  his  post. 

Rule,  temperance,  rule — true  temperance,  rule  the  age, 
And  stamp  an  era  bright  on  history's  page. 

To  rouse  the  mind  to  virtue's  call — 

All  reckless  of  the  taunt  of  fools — 
Offending  none,  inviting  all, 

She  comes,  she  conquers,  and  she  rules. 
Rule,  temperance,  rule — true,  temperance,  Tule  the  age, 
And  stamp  an  era  bright  on  history's  page. 


SAILOR'S  TEMPERANCE  SONGS.  103 

4  SONG. 

OH  WILD  IS  THE  PATH. 

OH  wild  is  the  path  of  the  son  of  the  sea, 
Who  launches  his  bark  on  the  perilous  tide ; 
But  wilder  by  far  is  the  reef  slwdded  lee, 
Where  drunkards  'mid  billows  of  drunkenness  ride. 

Oh  fierce  is  the  storm  that  the  mariner  braves, 
'Mid  thunders  and  lightnings  afar  on  the  foam ; 

But  the  storm  of  the  land  has  more  dangerous  waves, 
Where  drunkards  'mid  billows  of  drunkenness  roam. 

Oh  hungry  as  death  are  the  monsters  that  prey, 
On  the  corpse  of  the  sailor  far  down  in  the  deep ; 

But  hungrier  still  are  the  monsters  who  prey, 
Where  drunkards  'mid  billows  of  drunkenness  creep. 

Oh  God,  save  the  sailor  with  heavenly  force, 

From  drunkards  and  drunkenness  keep  him  afar ; 

Oh  steer  him  safe  on  in  a  heavenly  course, 

By  the  mild  cheering  light  of  the  temperance  star. 

C.  W.  Denison. 


SONG. 
THE  TEMPERANCE  CREW. 

AIR. — «»  The  Bold  Buccaneer. 

UFF  up,  boys  !  clew  up,  and  furl  every  sail ; 

Clear  the  cables — let  all  fly,  and  clew  ; 
Though  rocks  are  a-lee,  she  will  laugh  at  the  gale, 
For  our  ship  has  a  Temperance  crew  I 

CHORUS. 

Tho'  rocks  are  a-lee,  she  will  laugh  at  the  gale, 
For  our  ship  has  a  Temperance  crew. 


104  SAILOR'S  TEMPERANCE  SONGS. 

We  ask  not «« grog  courage,"  so  vaunted  ; 

Let  it  blow  as  it  never  yet  blew  ! 
To  ride  amidst  breakers  undaunted 

Is  the  vaunt  of  a  Temperance  crew  ! 

CHORUS. 

To  ride  amidst  breakers  undaunted 
Is  the  vaunt  of  a  Temperance  crew. 

Down  anchors — pay  out — let  her  swing  free  and  wide  ; 

As  our  hearts,  so  our  cables  are  true  ; 
Like  a  sea  bird  she  sits  ! — now  she  breasts  the  rough 
tide! 

Hold  on  then,  brave  Temperance  crew. 

CHORUS. 

Like  a  sea  bird  she  sits, as  she  breasts  the  rough  tide! 
Hold  on  then,  brave  Temperance  crew. 

Come,  a  bright,  bright  look-out.     Hail  each  lull,  or  a 
pause 

In  the  gale  ! — we  have  death  in  our  view  ! 
But  may  weather  the  squall — for  in  God  and  our  cause 

Is  the  trust  of  a  Temperance  crew. 

CHORUS. 
But  may  weather  the  squall,  for  in  God  and  our 

cause 
Is  the  trust  of  a  Temperance  crew. 

Bear  a  hand — the  storm  lulls — and  the  tide  sets  off  fast, 

Ere  again  the  wild  hurricane  brew. 
Set  her  topsails,  and  slip — and  the  danger  is  past ; 

Then  huz*z*a  for  a  Temperance  crew  ! 

CHORUS. 

Set  her  topsails,  and  slip — and  the  danger  is  past ; 
Then  huzza  for  a  Temperance  crew. 


TABLE  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

WITH   TUNES. 


Page 

A  beacon  has  been  lighted — Romaine 49 

All  ye  who  laugh  and  sport  with  death 29 

And  are  ye  sure  the  news  is  true 87 

Another  year  has  run  its  round 72 

Away  from  the  revel — Muhlenberg 65 

Be  days  of  drinking  wine  forgot — Auld  Lang  Syne-  •  •  •  89 

Be  present  at  our  meeting,  Lord 10 

Be  with  me,. Lord,  throughout  this  day 71 

Belshazzar  is  king — Shout  the  glad  tidings 86 

Blow  the  temp'rance  trumpet,  blow 39 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow — Jubilee 13 

Can  we  forget  the  gloomy  time — Auld  Lang  Syne 59 

Cheerily,  cheerily  sound  the  joyful  strain 72 

Children  who  have  rallied  now — Wallace 67 

Come,  behold  the  drunkard  dying — Welsh  Melody ....  66 

Come,  sons  of  Columbia,  while  proudly  and  high 78 

Come,  ye  messengers  of  mercy — Littleton 46 

Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord 9 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King — Italian  Hymn 7 

Crystal  streamlet !  gently  flowing — Sicilian  Hymn*  •  •  •  88 
Dash  to  the  floor  that  bowl—  Sebastian  Bach,  H.M.....  63 
Daughter  of  nations  !  awake  from  thy  slumb's  >  Daughter  38 
Daughter  of  Zion  !  awake  from  thy  slumbers )  of  Zion  66 
Farewell  to  the  cup  !  we  have  tarried  too  long — Scotland  82 

Father,  how  wide  thy  glory  shines 8 

Friends  of  man  and  toes  to  madness — Wilmot 77 

Friends  of  freedom,  swell  the  song — Wallace 52 

God  in  the  Gospel  of  his  Son 14 

Go,  self-polluted  loathsome  wretch — Melody 23 


106  TABLE    OF   FIRLT   LINES. 

Page 

Gracious  God,  to  thee  belong — PleyeVs  Hymn'  •  • 12 

Hail,  day  of  joy  !— Star  of  Bethlehem 95 

Hail,  temp'rance  !  fair  celestial  ray 33 

Hail!  the  New  Year  jubilee 92 

Hand  me  the  bowl !  ye  jovial  band 19 


Hark  !  hark  ye  !  0  listen— St.  Denis 16 

Hark!   the  herald  angels  sing—  Wilson 15 

Heavenly  Father  !  give  thy  blessing — Sicily 73 


Help  us  to  feel  for  drunken  man  • 20 

He  was  a  virtuous  youth — Boylton 70 

Holy,  holy,  holy  'Lord — Kir 9 

Hosannas,  Lord,  to  thee  we  sing 51 

How  bright  the  page  where  every  thought 47 

How  dear  to  my  heart  are  the  days  of  my  childhood  •  •  •  •   80 

How  long,  O  God,  how  long •  •  •  •  21 

How  long  shall  virtue  languish — Romaine 51 

If  one  bright  spot  there  is  on  earth S3 

I  heard  a  voice  from  heaven 34 

Intemp'rance,  like  a  raging  flood IS 

Intemperance  rears  its  sinful  towers — Newcourt 61 

I  saw  a  youth  in  his  father's  hall 96 

I  spring  from  the  rock,  from  mountain  side 81 

It  is  useless  to  talk  of  the  temperance  cause 102 

I've  thrown  the  bowl  aside 84 

Land  of  Columbia  !  awake — Daughter  of  Zion 75 

Let  him  who  may  think — Bethlehem 73 

Let  Temperance  and  her  sons  rejoice — Sterling 50 

List,  shipmates,  to  a  seaman's  lay 101 

Long  and  gloomy  was  the  night — PleyeVs  Hymn 36 

Lord  of  heaven  and  earth,  assist  us — Siberia 56 

Lo  !  Zion  droops  in  vain — in  vain 35 

Luff  up  boys  ;  clew  up  and  furl  every  sail 103 

Mid  sorrows  and  sadness — Home,  sweet  home 25 

Mournful  and  sad  upon  my  ear — Ballermo 26 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 14 

Now,  O  Lord,  in  peace  dismiss  us — Sicily 74 

O'er  Arabia's  dreary  sands 42 

Oh  !  soft  sleep  the  hills  in  their  sunny  repose — Scotland  91 

Oh,  is  there  not  now  any  fireman's  song 99 

Oh,  shun  the  bowl—  Star  of  Bethlehem 62 

Oh,  shun  the  bowl,  when  rich  delight 60 

Oh,  touch  it  not,  for  deep  within 65 

Oh,  turn  from  the  wine-glass  away 64 


TABLE   OF  FIRST   LINES.  107 

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Oh,  wild  is  the  path  of  the  son  of  the  sea 103 

Oh,  water  for  me,  bright  water  for  me — Bonny  JDoon, 

Scotch  air 85 

Only  this  once  the  wine-cup  glowed — Hamburg 22 

On,  temp'rance,  on!  speed  on  blest  power 79 

On  this  joyous  day,  while  the  cannon's  loud  voice 93 

On  this  glad  day,  0  God,  we  would 50 

Onward  !  onward  !  all  victorious — Grenville 55 

Onward  !  onward  !  band  victorious — Westborough 45 

O,  'tis  a  joyful  sound  to  hear — Mead 41 

O  that  the  Lord  would  hear 46 

O,  thou  source  of  ills  unnumbered — Middleton 31 

Our  country's  banners  play — Bermondsey' 90 

Parent  of  the  great  creation — Middleton 54 

Pledge  in  a  noble  cause 38 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high —  Weymouth 53 

Prepare  for  the  battle,  attend  to  the  sound 98 

Rise  and  shine  through  every  nation — Oliphant 44 

Round  the  temp'rance  standard  rally — Zion 37 

See  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain — Grenville 15 

Shall  the  bone  and  muscle  human 97 

Sing  how  eternal  Love 8 

Some  sing  the  praise  of  rosy  wine 81 

Son  of  sorrow!  son  of  sorrow — Mount  Vernon 28 

Sons  and  daughters  of  the  pilgrims — Zion 35 

Source  of  being  !  Holy  Father 42 

Speed,  speed  the  temperance  ship 100 

Stay,  mortal,  stay  !  nor  heedless  thus — Ballermo 63 

Stop,  poor  sinners,  stop  and  think 27 

Stretch'd  on  a  heap  of  straw,  his  bed 20 

Temp'rance,  mild"  blessing,  goddess  serene 77 

Temp'rance,  tell  the  listening  world — Watchman  .tell 

us  of  the  night 57 

Temp'rance,  with  pinions  widely  spread 10.2 

That  wine-cup  !  touch  it  not 58 

The  blessings  of  the  bounteous  God 41 

The  drink  that's  in  the  drunkard's  bowl 68 

The  Pledge  !  the  Pledge  !  the  mighty  rock 40 

The  temp'rance  trumpet  blow 34 

There's  a  blessing  on  the  wing 31 

There  was  a  time,  there  was  a  time 30 

There  sprang  a  tree  of  deadly  name — Luther's  Hymn  36 
They  say  the  goblet's  crowned  with  flowers 96 


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This  day,  O  God,  thy  blessed  hand , 43 

Though  sore  beset  with  guilt  and  fear 32 

Though  wretchedness  unending. 60 

Thou  liquid  fire  !   like  that  which  glowed 24 

Through  all  the  various  passing  scenes 29 

Throughout  Columbia's  borders. 76 

Thy  gracious  aid,  O  God,  impart 68 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son 74 

To  Thee,  0  merciful  and  just 11 

United  in  a  peaceful  band 70 

Vain  man.  on  foolish  pleasure  bent 17 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 39 

We  come,  our  Father,  to  thy  throne 11 ' 

We  praise  thee,  Lord,  if  but  one  soul 54 

We've  heard  that  round  the  wine-cup's  brim 69 

What  shall  the  dying  sinner  do < 14 

When  God  poured  out  perfection  first 48 

When  we  think  of  chill  starvation — Mount  Vernon ....  23 

Who  are  the  brave,  if  they  were  not 90 

Ye  captives  once  to  sin  and  shame 27 


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